I am about as frustrated with this poem editor as I can be. I have tried everything to get all the lines the same size. I have NO idea what has gone on with this thing since I was last here. Sorry if it looks weird, not my fault.
Time was never your ally.
Not when hairs turned grey or bones twisted.
Not as winter smothered you in your sleep,
or the blackness in the closet moved.
It never coveted your spilled blood from the song spigot on the radio,
nor kept you from one more defiant step backward.
Time was the thief that wrenched the only tear you had left behind those isolated daggers, you
call eyes.
The wait to expel, to long.
He tried a stand beside you despite the singeing
spit- fire cover you wear like gold.
Even shiny presents or cloaks of sparkle cannot
retrieve that which you have wasted.
I agree with George... damn good writing. Something you may take a look at is the font size you used. It may not accomodate the space needed for each line. That and 25 cent coffee won't get you far.
Kim,
This has a decided sharpness, an edge not completely severe but definitely with the power to cut, and cut it does with great truth and honesty.
John
Intrnse writing makes a powerful poem with words that ignite!Good one KM...The editor is an enemy, I hate it! As for lines ,if you want to space up or down, hold the shift key and it will line up.
THIS IS A WELL WRITTEN WORK THAT DEPECITS THE WRITER'S ANNOYANCE WITH A 'PROCASTINATOR'...WITH WHAT THE PROCASTINATOR OR THE WRITER MISSED. THNAKS FOR SHARING AND BLESSINGS.
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