Poetry
just a past
By Degari
11 December 2008
just a past 

it is the past, just a past
rolling around our feet
far behind our will 

traveling around the world
for a pay off
off the road
on a train
with the whistling ears of grain 

but just a bulky pack of old records
under my arm
a whole lot of turmoil to my accounts 

it is cold, it is dark 
but your little socks still in my hands
warming my feelings 

a lullaby a song, i utter
like a touch on the water 

it is the past, just a past 

Reviews

Written by Phil (8763 comments posted) 11th December 2008
I said of your previous piece that it was a little abstract for me. Perhaps I should have said it lacked concrete images. I could almost say the same of this, but the line: but your little socks still in my hands does add a solid image to the whole to enhance the work. Still a little opaque. I guess this means a lot to you, but it still doesn't communicate to me. That line though, does pull me in. 
 
Phil
I very much . . .
Written by Katanga (4169 comments posted) 11th December 2008
. . . like the lines: 
 
'a lullaby song, I utter 
like a touch on the water' 
 
but I would take away 'i utter' and 'like' to leave: 
 
'a lullaby song, 
a touch on the water' 
 
But it's your poem . . .  
 
Cheers! 
 
John

Written by Brett (2419 comments posted) 12th December 2008
I agree with Phil's comments on this. There really is nothing for the reader (at least this one) to relate to. 
 
I think the writing needs a lot of polish, but again Phil has picked up on the one line that I think could show promise. 
 
Cheers

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