You never held your breath you said
but you never promised you would
I watched the big flakes through the glass
falling all over town, all over time
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A refined poetic imagination, Byepolar. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
I really enjoyed this. The last three lines are an image which will haunt me. I also really enjoy a fresh way of using a cliche ('axe to grind') since I have read much diatribe deridng them on this site and others. I personally feel they are somewhat like myth, universal knowlege endowed with mystical powers.
A wonderful poetry with a image forming by itself.... I would like you read my poem LET ME RISE too... Naila 😃