I never gave well.
Running fast back to orange fields,
crying in mad sins.
Death, Depression, Fear, Isolation, Poems, Poetry, Resistance
This entry was posted on April 14, 2011, 10:38 pm and is filed under Poems. You can follow any responses to this entry through RSS 2.0.
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#1 by liv2write2day on April 17, 2011 - 5:34 pm
Effective how you used color in this one, Carl.
#2 by Carl on April 17, 2011 - 10:11 pm
Thank you, Victoria. I appreciate your reading and commenting.
#3 by siubhan on April 18, 2011 - 9:18 pm
I like the color in this, too. This was one of the One Stop forms, no? I really like how the short line length in the middle gives a harshness to those lines especially, pulls them out and into focus. Bravo.
#4 by Carl on April 18, 2011 - 10:19 pm
Yes, this is Shadorma – 3-5-3-3-7-5. I enjoyed it. I like how it enforces this sense of economy with the words. I think I prefer Tanka though. Thank you for your comment – It is encouraging.
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