The broken beauty of this photo
Cuts deep into my soul and
Calls forth wishes and
Dreams of forever…
Doomed to nothing…
Adam's poem when I showed him this image. I don't know poetry so can't tell is this is any good or just plain crap. But he doesn't care.
No poet is born complete...and any who thinks he was, is not a poet.
He's grown something of an attitude about his poetry, Adam has. Here's another bit he wrote.
A silence covers my world
As a blanket
Complete
Warm
To leave me cold
As if it were nothing
No footstep heard
No intake of breath
No cry for one to respond
To acknowledge
To let you know
The silence is not that of life
Nor is it death
It is nothing...
I love it when my characters become more real to me than anyone else I know. And I feel that way about Adam, now.
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