Good
pizza, beer, riding a bike,
pretty girls, the sun, but not in the sky:
sunlight in green sea, crystal spears of bright.
decaying buildings, gargoyles,
smoking black wine, dusty books, a fire, but not on the ground:
flames of a torch, forgotten dark on bold hot night.
tales, magic, thickets so deep the hidden is a promise,
blue wings, blue eyes, gold so yellow it's cheese.
pretty girls, the sun, but not in the sky:
sunlight in green sea, crystal spears of bright.
decaying buildings, gargoyles,
smoking black wine, dusty books, a fire, but not on the ground:
flames of a torch, forgotten dark on bold hot night.
tales, magic, thickets so deep the hidden is a promise,
blue wings, blue eyes, gold so yellow it's cheese.
posted by Balázsy András at 2:40 PM
1 Comments:
At last a new poem from you. Are you planning to work on it in the future? It looks like a draft version to me...
Very good indeed that you are doing your best to enjoy life. If I am not mistaken, the breakup with your lady was quite a shock; write more if you think it helps, the positive energies in the poem are remarkable: either you have come to terms with the loss easily or you have developed your skills to overcome such problems.
Looking forward to new works from you.
Sincerely,
D.Hughes
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