Scribble: etch and indite
the surface of the parchment,
slash, replica;
stylograph bayonet.
Scrivened: engrossed in
eyes of oceans and rain-drops.
A trickle of acumen
departs from my temple.
Scription: monologue of
a vast chimera of mercury stars,
my susceptible stronghold.
Ah, And what a talented word slinger you are. A delectation it was indeed. What i believe would be instrumental in your opius (In my own unorthodox'd plain neandering manners that is)is to play about with form a bit. Im currently trying abstraction and minimalism to,in an effect, spawn a thought i didnt think about for them. However more and more lately ive been trying to get into a more chaotic aproach. But its whatever you make of it anyways. Anyways, I enjoyed your written work and all. May you find faith in devotion. Ratio M. Ducet III
a talent indeed. that was summing up a lot in just a few words. a metaphoric piece indeed. i read three times. each time i had a different meaning out of it. there is a lot to it. It makes me wonder, is that hwo our life is etched out everyday? Like a parchment? Our thoughts directing us to a point yet we do not quite know as to where we might be going. Moving on with but one notion amidst a vast field of paths. Holding on to something that we fight for, that we live for.
wow, this was great. how you put the words together to make something so beautiful. it was brought together in pure skill to make something that left me in just wondering. longing to be better.. and to understand.
your imaginary is just great, bringing it to life at each word i read.. wonderful job jennifer
hey man awesome.. yeh you dont need to change this at all.. short and concise.. but still dreamy.. I like it a lot.. As far as suggestions for further poems..I dont know.. they all stand alone.. shaun
Submission Name: Parchment
