Wayward in unjust life.
Tossed with all strife.
Here my noise on a page.
Maybe to come of age.
Another poem next to me.
Now Im not alone and free.
Many noise poems with me.
Here on the page to see.
What is that noise.
Another poem from the coys.
i guess ur poem finally fpund a home...! ! ! nicely presented with subtle usage of words... :)
I like this eye view or from a poem's view. Funny how we can take inanimate objects and even thoughts and make something from it. Clever.
You have a unique style my friend full of rhymes and yet discordant at the same time. I have read several of your poems and will read more later I am an old fashioned formalist still attempting to come to grips wityh free form
That is so true, Joseph! So much goes on within the poet/writer with so many thoughts that just daily life alone evokes. Keep writing and posting. A '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn
Many noise poems with me. Here on the page to see. What is that noise. Another poem from the coys....very well said and done.. it needs recognition and well place home in page....10 read mine number one.. can i reach on top
The use of the word coys made me to think. Interesting piece.
...needs a home is already enough to convey a message of 'life'- the need not just to live in a house but to at home. nice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem with nice title. Lovely,10+