poem by blubs

[blubs]

I love reading everyones poems, so I've tried to write one about sp. I tried hard...so no sarcasm please.

Now that my life has shrunk close around me
Like a hem, unravelling with fear
My links with the world are the weakest threads
Unravelling
And pinning me here

The future stretches thinly and blankly
My old past worn and shapeless memories
I grind over the same old paths of movement
in deathly quiet
Little pieces, cold and longing, cups and kettles, bags and keys

 

[redlady]

Hello my mini messenger friend from across the world. Sarcastic? to you never Miss blubs. I love reading the poems here as well and yours is no exception i love it as well. The analogies in it are very clever - i love poetry with lots of meaning and connections. Verbal art. Something you can really sink your teeth, well mind into.

 

[blubs]

thankyou redlady
its difficult to share things


btw...verbal art 8) such a cool phrase

 

[redlady]

Thanks i just made it up - you inspired me. Yeah it certainly isn't easy to share things especially for sufferers of sp - how brave are you. That's why i like this site - it's a safe haven - a facilitater of bravery and artistry.

 

[thugaveli]

Fantastic poem blubs!!

Wow talent.......i like it!!

 

[Rachael]

just wanted to give you props for the wonderful poem. its always tough to go out and just say things like that, its always a touchy subject for me. its really good though, i loves it. =]