Fortress [julie]
Its not over
Till I bleed for good
Until I understand
This was all pretend
I never saw it coming
But I felt it land
Changing all the mystery
From mind to words
A blade of grass
Among miles of concrete
What did you expect?
To actually find me?
They're watching at every corner
And can withstand the cleverest of plans
All this, but I will find no savior
Because I believed in its protection
Instead of the fields you could yield
From a crack
this is really beatuiful. and sad. i love how precise your words are. i also love that you are sharing your poetry!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Kris, your words are very precise (and it's good that you share your poetry).
ReplyDeleteI think the preciseness of your poetry is also somewhat prophetic of you. Each word is carefully selected, not overstated or fully explained. Each word is meant and left for the reader to figure out why, and what's underneath.
Very cryptic, and a little ominous. I like the idea of "the fields you could yield/From a crack."
ReplyDeleteend was strong for me
ReplyDelete.fav.
ReplyDelete"Changing all the mystery
From mind to words"