A.R. Brixton

Rookie (25th june / Lisbon, Portugal)

If They Did Not Loved Me This Much - Poem by A.R. Brixton

If I write, then I write
And the words
Small letters, alone meaningless

Construct the stream
Of thought, silently
A sign reflects the mind,

And again, it withers
In front of my eyes
Drops dead

Such as autumn leaves
Those, fall onto me
And like them, I die.

Ah! If they did not
Loved me this much,
Then I wouldn’t.

Pick them up,
Take them in my heart

Such as words,
I bear, I kill,
I change and change.

For that is what we do,
Day after day.

Comments about If They Did Not Loved Me This Much by A.R. Brixton

  • (6/22/2005 2:25:00 PM)

    very good use of imagination and turn of phrases....well done (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 7, 2005

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