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Early Morning (Free verse) by fevriere

This is how God feels insulated warmth Thickly shaking off dream feathers Blessed timeless blisses Yesterday is an unread chain my skin illiterate & numb. Hungry & dim. Cotton womb aglow insolar Do I dream, wake, wonder? Time returns. The senseless tick Of the clock, is a sequence, a sentence. Bit, bit, I recall The feeling of living skin skin I live in. In the record of my flesh, I find yesterday. I mourn the ignorance of bodilessness. If only I was a feathered angel I was a dream

zodiac 2-Mar-04/4:45 PM
Let's take this metaphor a little bit further: If you made an awful, hideous sculpture that had floating bits, would people be interested in it? Probably. People do like floating things, especially if they have flashing lights attached to them somehow, or if they produce loud rhythmic noises. I, for one, would not be that impressed. Even if you could 'fuck' with the laws of physics, you could still pretty easily be a bad sculptor in my book. Especially if you weren't a very good scupltor within the laws of phyisics to begin with.




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