Cold

Byron · Post by **Byron** » Wed Jun 04, 2003 1:13 am

Cold is the colour of my love’s desire
Hard is the sight from my point of you
Bleak takes my tears without a murmur
Drawn ever further from my view

Screaming in silence in a crowded room
Trapped under fears which comfort me
Dying in life with my contrasts of grey
Envelop my soul to set it free

lizzytysh · Post by **lizzytysh** » Wed Jun 04, 2003 3:10 am

WoW, Byron ~

I love the existential[?] nature of this poem. I can't even begin to tell you. Your words capture the uncapturable. Wow. I love this poem.

~ Elizabeth

Iubita · Post by **Iubita** » Wed Jun 04, 2003 6:14 am

Amazing poem! I love it...
Bravo, Byron!...

Iubita

witty_owl · Post by **witty_owl** » Wed Jun 04, 2003 6:26 pm

Byron, a good write.

The pain that is not turned away from; is the pain that liberates.

Regards,

lizzytysh · Post by **lizzytysh** » Wed Jun 04, 2003 7:25 pm

The inversions are great!

tom.d.stiller · Post by **tom.d.stiller** » Wed Jun 04, 2003 7:58 pm

Byron

I like the poem very much. But it's not easy to find out why. Of course I could name some "technical" details, like the use of contradictions, allusions, inversions... Unfortunately this describes only the surface, but the essence goes much deeper...

I am grateful (if I may steal your signature...)

Tom

George.Wright · Post by **George.Wright** » Thu Jun 05, 2003 2:23 am

Nice to see the greys of life ebbing and i hope will return to colours again
Best regards, Byron
a nice usage of lines
Georges

lizzytysh · Post by **lizzytysh** » Thu Jun 05, 2003 1:30 pm

Exactly, tom.d.stiller, though the technicalities are able to accomplish that. Good for you, Byron.