• The World


    Something new - something diferent
    It happens once forever
    Between the roses and the riiver
    The roadway passes by  

    The sky is as blank
    As the seats that we sit on
    We always move so slowly
    But there's never any time 

    the cat sits by the fire
    The embers glowing warmly
    The ants in the woodshed
    Never come inside the house

    This and that-day by day
    We live our lives together 
    Time goes on and on
    Vacent of intent

    For nothing comes to see us
    And noone's ever real 
    As we live  our lives
     Betwen the roses and the river
     Untill the roses and the river 
     Are the same dull shade of beige

     And the embers have died down
     And the cat's gone to sleep 

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    toredbloodink commented on 1


    An interesting read... I guess I wasn't expecting the cat going to sleep in the end... Redbloodink



    Apparently the cat was bored by going back to the middle American inoffensive life style people prefer rather than grabbing an opportunity.

    Lind commented on 1


    I like that you named your poems by numbers, it's really unique. And I like the philosophical approach you take to life in this poem. Great write! :)

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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