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4433: Pattern
4433: Pattern
It has four walls
and it holds me,
at the seams,
through the night.
I usher myself in
from the shivery cold,
to ease experience,
with you gone.
The days stream, adjoined.
The stars swap light -
I am alone,
washed with ideas.
You had a story
sat on the mound,
of our everything,
a static account.
It has four walls
and it holds me,
at the seams,
through the night.
I usher myself in
from the shivery cold,
to ease experience,
with you gone.
The days stream, adjoined.
The stars swap light -
I am alone,
washed with ideas.
You had a story
sat on the mound,
of our everything,
a static account.
Published 12th Aug 2015
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12th Aug 2015 1:11pm
I loved this construction... or pattern one feels as one reads through. Its abstractive, pithy n geometrically descriptive. It seems carefully spelt out words...visual n much creative. Juz curious here of those title numerics n the style, hav u been trying something new. #juz me here:)
Tq fr sharing, dear poetess.x
Tq fr sharing, dear poetess.x
12th Aug 2015 1:56pm
It is very much a trial. I am glad you appreciated it. Thank you, Uma.
13th Aug 2015 4:35pm
The days stream, adjoined.
Only love paints each moment different, much less the days. I enjoyed your trial and look forward to seeing where it takes you.
Only love paints each moment different, much less the days. I enjoyed your trial and look forward to seeing where it takes you.
13th Aug 2015 4:48pm
Thank you, Ahavati! I really appreciate your positivity. It's needed to keep me on track, more pattern trials to follow.
