I write novels and plays; I also teach. I shape, fit and format when I write. But material gets left behind - on the sides; deep within. Using it here. Virtually and for the forever unknowable omniscient reader.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Waiting
You have closed the door, I won't look in, I won't knock, I won't call, I won't cry. I am going to be dead for a while. I will sit here unseeing unfeeling on your doorstep. I will wait for you to come and open the door.
i love the form, how the lines end abruptly and are short. almost forces the reader into paying attention to the content and not getting lost in the flow or the rythm... it's a beautifully crafted poem... and i'm completely in love with it... ican also relate to it in a way :)
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ma'am! like i said earlier... absolutely love it.
i love the form, how the lines end abruptly and are short. almost forces the reader into paying attention to the content and not getting lost in the flow or the rythm... it's a beautifully crafted poem... and i'm completely in love with it... ican also relate to it in a way :)
and ma'am! i also linked you on my blog :)
Thank you dear Blow for introducing me to blogging. This poem is from my novel 'Idol Love'. I'll post some more from there.
smashing profile, that! cant wait to read more! :)
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