Replying to a comment on:

forwards (Free verse) by nentwined

Railing against time as objective reality, still I go only forwards, no matter the drugs, meditation, or prayers. Before me is tears, behind me is bland, the only response that I feel is 'and?'. And what is this life, this hell self-inflicted, this avoidance of pain the greater pain? And where is the rainbow of all these tomorrows that glistens in tears I hold in, where is the whisper that unfurls my hope, so tightly curled and twisted? Is it forwards?

nentwined 8-May-04/2:38 PM
Hmm. I think I see what you're saying there, but it really doesn't seem out of place to me. The rainbow of all these tomorrows is hope (ish), so it in that sense it does happen before the tomorrows happen, and is thus present, and directly related to the tears, though not actually reflecting from them; it would be reflecting _in_ them.




Track and Plan your submissions ; Read some Comics ; Get Paid for your Poetry
PoemRanker Copyright © 2001 - 2024 - kaolin fire - All Rights Reserved
All poems Copyright © their respective authors
An internet tradition since June 9, 2001