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Cold
Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2003 1:13 am
by Byron
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
Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2003 3:10 am
by lizzytysh
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
Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2003 6:14 am
by Iubita
Amazing poem! I love it...
Bravo, Byron!...
Iubita
Cold
Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2003 6:26 pm
by witty_owl
Byron, a good write.
The pain that is not turned away from; is the pain that liberates.
Regards,
Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2003 7:25 pm
by lizzytysh
The inversions are great!
Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2003 7:58 pm
by tom.d.stiller
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
Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2003 2:23 am
by George.Wright
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
Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2003 1:30 pm
by lizzytysh
Exactly, tom.d.stiller, though the technicalities are able to accomplish that. Good for you, Byron.