eyelash
I had a little book
a secret book of poems about you.
Silly poems maybe
in a secret book.
One day, opening the book
I found an eyelash
black as black
between the pages
like a sweet pressed flower.
Did you find my book?
Did you take a look?
Comments
Lovely. As Cynthia says....everything....and yet scarcely anything at all...that is the magic of poetry to me...it can say so much more in so few carefully chosen and arranged words that just, somehow....work.
This works for me.
Many thanks.
Jx
I thought I had commented yesterday. I really like this. It needs no explanation. It just - is. Funny how amazing poems can be like that sometimes - no-thing and everything at the same time.
nope. it must have been the cat. pithy
<Deleted User> (6895)
Wed 25th Nov 2009 19:37
nice and neat poem Ann-loved it-not really into long winders,most times(Ancient Mariner)cheers chuck-Stef
<Deleted User> (7116)
Wed 25th Nov 2009 19:11
Do you want him to
Are you able to
live with the consequence
hot or cold
I wish you find your wishes
all come true
Rachel Bond
Wed 25th Nov 2009 19:08
like it...precious little wondering...
If you wish to post a comment you must login.
Anthony Emmerson
Fri 4th Dec 2009 11:02
Hi Ann,
Just to let you know that I'm enjoying reading your work. I especially like your eclectic mix of styles, themes and subjects. You obviously have a lively and thoughtful mind.
Regards,
A.E.