Valyrianne
Valyrianne
Nov 26, 2013

for his howling heart...

Poem Body

angular
defined by the crooks
of letters
turned so that
their faces twist
into sheer delight

blazing
as open windows
in a burning house
so hot that the frame
morphs
into his haunted face

strong
if only for fleeting glimpses
into the future
that never came
and the passion

the passion
that has always
been

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: USA, USA

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Comments

Esker

Esker

11 years 5 months ago

smitten smelters

winter curls flat its vivid sharpness
sinking into the exposed
the early darkness

here..there..

a magnificent poem
a true passion

thank you poet

. . .

Esker

Esker

9 years 7 months ago

mid way through sept.....
your poetry then
I felt...
recall reading...
a loop...
thank U

Esker

Esker

8 years 8 months ago

supp...excellent poem...
bored out of my gourd today
dug into the old timey stuff
re posting this...

middle of work here...

our gardens beautiful
love summer...
the heat...
all the proper girls in
cotton dresses
girly wear
Im always on my sidewalk
biker bike zooming about
checking em out...
Miss the old Neopoet
dayz of then
chats...

but modern it is...
and nothing wrong
with enjoying an old
read...
the old look back

tah

cheers!!

Mr Wolfie Face!