I want to glance through sapphire,
to weigh the words you see and say,
to thick the ink, you might rethink,
to the knowledge you hardly spread.
If your pens etch (or not) justice,
please save me the sentence.
Maybe repute did not sprung root,
or maybe your will is just dead
| yeah..i may be way off here...but i got the idea that this poet is giving away too much...saying too much..spreading it on too thick...and the reader would like some sentences saved...give me more to think about..leave more to the imagination..|
poetry should be that...less words, but more meaning that can be absorbed from them through imagining...not getting a blunt picture...
but i really like your economy of words
i will be back!
|| Posted on 2011-03-30 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] || You've presented a powerful message in a carefully woven poem. The voice of the poet must be heard! Sharon||| Posted on 2007-12-02 00:00:00 | by Peggy Paris | [ Reply to This ] || WOW your a great writer! This is one of the better poems I have read on here. |
Great write!!! Thanks for sharing.
|| Posted on 2007-11-29 00:00:00 | by whendt | [ Reply to This ] || This was beautiful in its simplicity. It made me think of how petty the government can be sometimes (most of the time). I especially liked "If your pens etch (or not) justice, |
please save me the sentence." It was priceless in its sarcasm, which is an elegant art to master ;)
|| Posted on 2007-11-22 00:00:00 | by Toxic_Rayne | [ Reply to This ] |