So last night I wrote another poem hehe. Seems like that's what happens nowadays: I'm about to go to sleep and tired yet a good line pops into my head and I can't let it go to waste so I make a whole darn poem from it. And here it is...
a separate life
so eagerly lived
misty eyed and mystified
a torn canvas full of white
a gift given bitterly
no drop of light for morning
blooming dreams
the shattered sunrise
a crashing voice
surpassing fates
opening deaf ears
and the sea of washing memories
© Emilio Gandara 2008
Disclaimer: It doesn't make any sense, I know, but it doesn't bother me because I enjoy form more than meaning at times and that's just how I felt last night. I don't care if it makes sense to anybody or if anyone tries to make sense of it, I just wanted to write something I could think was pretty. Oh, and I think I called it 'Separate Life'.
1 comment:
It makes perfect sense to me.
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