I tell the truth Devoid of comment Without approval I cry no pity Judgement is yours ~ A rose garden Children running Hurry, hurry Cyclone B is waiting Smoke spirals ~ Stalingrad winter The last performance of frozen clowns Stiffening arms Accuse the uncaring sky ~ Age Dressed in parchment Tread the painful footsteps On the final lap On the road to oblivion ~ I am waiting Here, in a drawer, a handbag Am I dead, inanimate? Or reborn by your fingertip You decide
As a keen photographer this one appealed to me, you seem to have taken on a second wind with your poetry, i cant keep up. Writing lots is one thing but when they are consistently high quality its quite another. Exalt
The selfish poet
Little poet starts to cry I have no replies, oh why, oh why To get replies you have to give em On others work, then your forgiven.
Wonderful yet again Cari ... I love the way you are inspired by ordinary things then you bring them to life with feeling, heart and superb imagery. I'll never look at my camera the same way again .... I'll think it's looking at ME and waiting to be picked up lol ..... wonderful write, Kerry xxxx
Post by apocalypticjay on Oct 5, 2009 12:14:32 GMT -5
I really liked this Cari it really makes the reader delve into the psyche of a camera,if a camera had a psyche. Here you show hoe much damage a camera can do sometimes more than a gun, very well penned piece!!!