PDgb Posted February 13, 2013 Posted February 13, 2013 In my hate, I have not written that word that is the angry butt of a cigerette, choking, clutched in hands to young to hold but old enough to break, at the wrinkled gaze of the snow and rain, that filled, then overflowed and drenched my heart and eyes see very little in the fog ahead. My tearing windows are trying desperately to hold their place. My chest is set. My hands are hard. They have been this way, And will be, for quite some time now. Quote GBrenton
dcmarti1 Posted February 13, 2013 Posted February 13, 2013 clutched in hands to young to hold but old enough to break, That's a mighty powerful line. It should be "TOO young to hold", but still that is a mighty powerful line. "Wrinkled gaze" and "tearing windows" are nice as well. Lots of emotion here. Quote
Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted February 14, 2013 Posted February 14, 2013 very emotive heartstrung piece. i like the images you painted with your words. nice job. enjoyed. victor Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe
tonyv Posted February 24, 2013 Posted February 24, 2013 Good choice of title. It's important to this work. I like it all, but my favorite parts are the line where "eyes see very little in the fog ahead" and the last four lines. It took a while to catch what he said; it'll take a while for the fog to lift. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic
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