| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 07/15/06 at 05:40 AM "Late night sittings
Wrapped up tight in me
My mind begins to wander
When the light begins to flee" ... Thomas, your second stanza hit me like a brick. I thought you were talking about me. You expressed your thoughts in a poetic and very comprehensive way. Very thought provoking. Thanks for the read. Kyle Anne |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 07/18/06 at 02:40 PM Oh this is sad and beautiful. I love poetry that flows and rhymes ~ my favorite kind of poem.
And you deliver it perfectémundo. —Jill |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 07/18/06 at 02:43 PM And oh, —how I can relate. Especially with this part:
I myself my only friend
Each night I come to call
Sit in my surroundings
Behind my guarded wall
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| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/18/06 at 04:17 PM Thought provoking read that reminds me of some of my own musings while drifting off. I especially like S5. |
