Here I go again

Member since 2003 · Posted 25 Sep 2003 · Edited 25 Sep 2003 · 5 comments

A juicy strawberry. . . This girl never picked it A summer's day. . . Why did I stay inside and let the sun set? A heart so full, kept mostly locked up Unkeyed bares the ardor of a playful pup Am I likened to a misere hoarding a stash, Or a cultivated garden that I am turning by flame to ash? Sloth and selfishness too often befriend me Turning me into my own enemy So now with haste These lines I write As time I waste Again I take flight

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5 comments

[8] irishfolksuicide 25-Sep-03/12:57 PM Reply

Not too much that could be criticised by DA's mediocre poetry chart here. In that sense this is refreshing.

Nothing to really grab but pleasant as a summers day.

[n/a] tadpole › irishfolksuicide 25-Sep-03/9:34 PM Reply

appreciate the response, thanks

[9] sliver 2-Oct-03/10:37 PM Reply

Yea, o.k. Tadpole, now I can start returning the high marks you've given me. Thanks, and keep 'em comin'.

[10] electroman1979 7-Oct-03/9:30 AM Reply

good poem, 10

[10] Katzclear 2-Nov-03/2:17 PM Reply

heh I can relate! Very nice.