I stopped calling things eachother
long before I knew
I’d found a way between the walls
where I could always go—
where I could always go to sing
to the remnants and the blooms
sing of where and how I’d been
and would a day return—
moments where shadows grow
along each lonely thing.
Sing your way thru life that is very important now add dance to that till you crash down with door bent
Nathan, a nice thought! i think everybody will have a point of escape where they can be ' just themselves'. good write! all the best!
Upon reading this poem, all sorts of thoughts started sprouting within my mind. Great moments happening in the shadows of all the lonely things, not being called each other's.
Re: Uriah Hamilton: Thank you. I don't find this to be a painful thing to say. And not to be snippety, but this poem gives me sweet feelings, not necessarily sour ones. So you have reason to feel relieved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This escape is a great hope because poet considered the laws of similarity(I stopped calling things eachother long before I knew) desire ends with concludind(and would a day return—moments where shadows grow along each lonely thing.) Nathan your poem is really a poem that can create a thought bless be upon you