Dec 2015
Why is it that on a website where we are said to revel in the beauties of poetry one may write few words of their current state and receive the world, but too many leads them to a lone path of truth and self-discovery.
One too many words to tell how true you hear your soul, may cause others to tip-toe by, but if you say one word we've all heard then people say hi.
One too many words to tell how true you hear your soul, may cause others to tip-toe by, but if you say one word we've all heard then people say hi.
I do like the many likes and new followers from a one-line thought, but all of these poetry websites and where are the ones who are writing and reading and commenting because they love the scent and taste of new words as they escape others lips into their minds. Where are the ones who do it because they find it puzzlingly exciting to just hear something new, no matter the length? The poems that were different and not for anyone's happiness, but to escape the thoughts that rattled in their loud, wild minds. Frost, Poe, and so the list goes. Where have they gone?
p.s. the last line rhyming wasn't on purpose.
p.s. the last line rhyming wasn't on purpose.
