To me, a poem means something to the writer regardless of anyone else's opinion. But, that's not to say do not try and stir up interest in the audience. An imagination is only so much fun when it cannot be shared. So, try and invite other people into the poem, but never waver too far from the original intent that it loses all meaning. |
Flickering light shines
Soft rustling sounds, quiet breeze...
I have seen the strangest thing
I have seen a light in the shadows...
Take my own
In darkest fears...
A wish from words I cannot hold
Stories from thoughts that can’t be...
It’s the fear that pains me
It drives me, it knows me...
Be the light upon my feet
For I cannot see...
Breezes smell of waning freezes
Green buds reflect in water clean...
I offered you my hand
Your desires will stand...
It’s the fear that pains me
It drives me, it knows me...
A wish from words I cannot hold
Stories from thoughts that can’t be...