folded reflection by Matthew Sharp The eyelid rolls, From the forehead to the back of our souls, A folded vision, I wish/will for hands. Unfolding the question mark paper, Whatever i want to write. prtnd eye cn’t spel? I burn through façade, after façade, Of complacent reflectiveness, Scorching magnifying lens. Scorch the rotation, Next cycle, Growing vegetation. An abundance of redundant, Mundane, Purposelessness. 01/17/2007 Posted on 01/17/2007 Copyright © 2024 Matthew Sharp Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/17/07 at 03:27 PM Nice use of language and imagery, man. You really know how to nail them in. Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 02/18/07 at 06:36 PM An intense view of how you approach your writing, and introspection. That "scorching magnifying glass of yours" sets fire to a lot! I love the quick "rolls" at the beginning getting to the "souls" of the matter, right off. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)