In the sweet hour of writing...



In the sweet hour of writing
I am letting it out
In a desperate infinite groove

It flows
It shows
whatever
moved me
this time...

If I could
I would swim
I would float
in anything that
made my escape
infinite

Never to wake up
to this madness

If I could
I would want to
feel the skin
of another
Any other
Infinity

Never to wake up
to this madness

Cause I like it
to be extraordinary
Extravaganza
Wihtout hesitation
Far from the grey

Never mind the black
Just keep me out of the despair of grey...








Poetry by Kinna
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Written on 2007-01-07 at 18:03

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Kinna
Soon there will be a song I composed on this poem.
2009-04-17


Rob Graber
I find this very sweet in my hour of reading, too! Not only the title, but the whole first stanza too is so fine that I wonder that you don't repeat it at the end, or elsewhere. Too late to deny that you love it too; after all, you DID repeat it--by way of introducing the poem! ;-,? (User is smoking a bent briar pipe.) Two details: Line 28 wants "without"; and, did you intentionally type "madness" in stanza 3 and "Madness" in stanza 4? In any case, nice write, Kinna!
2007-01-08


Zoya Zaidi
I like the freshness of this poem very much...
The refrain: ' Never wake up to this madness' also sounds so true!
(((hugs)))
Welcome to he bay dear Kinna!
Love, Zoya
2007-01-07