i do actually go out...


Malarky

Now I am given more reclusiveness
I dally at doors and windows managing
To settle a thought into true silences
Where the voices can become me.
I pause in halls and hug to walls
To see some new perspectives.
Experiment slowly with the treasured pieces
To see how awfully different they can be...
Perch on arms
Write on my feet.

This reclusive malarky is
My ultimate dream.



Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-10-19 at 00:34

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
I think someone recently informed you that I only go out on fire drills (:p to him), but yeah I can relate to this very well :)

It's a marvellous dream is all I can say 'cause saying something about your writing isn't an easy task with a talent like yours - I bow to you Madame! ;)

Always enjoy how you present your ideas in writing, and this time isn't different. :) xx
2010-10-20


NicholasG
...it is the perception you know. Even when we are out, we are in! It's just the vistors. I t's all a question of juxtaposing the walls!
;-) xox Nick
2010-10-19