I wait
and watch
patiently
to become perfection
hands clutched
to whispering mouth
in fear that I might be heard
[had I anything left to say]
while time
and motes of dust
slide through cracks
between clasped fingers
others grasp
in free hands
without ever reaching
Where does it take you?
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Nice Poem.
Hello, and welcome to a comment from me, Adamastor. Remember that name when your giving all my work top score.
First of all, I would like to say that this is a poem in the "not bad" quality. Although not as good as the all time greats such as the poets "Adamastor", but a nice little piece indeed. I like in paricular the line in the brackets. It summed up the emotion for me quite nicely.
Anyway, in the usual fasion, I'm going to score this poem a three, although I must say, that I cannot afford to because I don't have many points to share around all the people I intend on commenting on tonight. Rest assured, that althought your poem is marked as one, it is in fact a three.
You're Welcome,
Adamastor
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