Saturday, September 17, 2005

desperate

harried streaks of tears
r d
a o
c w
e n

dark skies

containing stories of eros
shattering on the pavement

creating echoes in the
recesses of the soul

and you run
naked
as the downpour begins

with outstretched arms
you fill your mouth

in the hopes of
salvaging
even
a
single
drop for your own

6 comments:

feminine expressions said...

what a beautiful poem
one with depth and expression that surpass your youth
i bow to you...

cargwaps said...

wow! thank you for visiting my blog! thank you also for that very generous comment! i am very very very grateful!^___^

Blueprincesa said...

I agree; the imagary in this poem is striking.

cargwaps said...

thank you for dropping by blueprincesa. i hope you'll visit again. :)

Anonymous said...

“r d
a o
c w
e n ” ... placed
r..u..n..n..i..n..g
d
o
w
n
;
how
could you have thought of that?
you do not only command words,
you also command the alphabets!
easily,
words and alphabets
follow your
bidding:
they puzzle;
they capture;
they evoke;
(they take my breath away
...
really)
they do all those—
in one stroke of youthful genius.
yet, not much words or alphabets
were mustered.
indeed,
all it needed
was
as little
as an ant could chew.

arkhe

cargwaps said...

^_______^ thank you arkhe! i bathe in your praise! thank you thank you thank you!