Poetry Blogs (indie)
They rewrote songs on the sceneries of their dreams,
under the same roof, in the same room, but alone.
Living in each other’s isolations,
so tiring, boring, sensual, overwhelming, warm.
In thoughts, several severely intimate moments had passed;
their knotted minds kissed intermittently, not seldom.
He knew he was boundless, liberal, enraged, , jealous, dizzy,
he thought h...
Friday 21st July 2017 9:13 pm
Here is old poem idea I've had for ages about favourite album titles and the feelings that the music of each inspired in me at the time. My old vinyl records - nostalgia. You've got to guess the artists. It's not laid out in a poem style fro a reason, and that's becasue a design friend of mine some years ago formatted (God knows how) into a circular text shaped as an LP. It just needed a lable...
Tuesday 5th January 2016 10:55 pm