I opened the paper and briefly smelt you
Your aroma surrounded me .
Soft textures on my nose.
First glance told me you were special,
but you've never shown it.
Probably don't even know it.
I forgot that, for I was whirl winded
Ungrateful.
I wish I knew how to hold your hand
Your handwriting neat, well rounded
and disjointed.
A grown woman emerges in you
And I can feel her in the dints of ink.
I wish I knew her without fear of reject
Or scorn.
I wish I knew why you waste yourself
For I feel you have a spirit inflamed
With passion like many flying birds.
Free and untainted.
Yet so repressed and caged,
in your fear...potential is wasted.
I wish I knew your mind better,
so I could imprint your soul
and preserve your beauty on paper.
I guess
I wish I knew you better...
Author notes
Another non rhyming one...
Please tell me what you think
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Marvelous
I like what you have done here. I am very impressed. The statements in the break between stanzas really grab and I like that a lot. This is what I am hoping to achieve in the rhyming versions of this style.
Remarkably visual (as usual) and very well formatted. I think what others think of as the flow tripping up a bit might not be getting that the break statements (as I call them) are supposed to chop a bit. I feel it gives power to the rest of the words.
Well done. Very well done.
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the flow was a tad bit off
but the idea of it all was very heart felt and i can totally relate to this, which gives an extra perspective on it.
~WU
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