Description: this is suppose dto refrence death and how it changes even the lil things making what is buetifull ugly
TWO MOMNETS IN TIME -------------------------------------------
This time is death for me always.
I am amazed by its strength.
It strangles out the light in a world.
gathering up the remnants, dousing them in gasoline
Setting them aflame
Words that only yesterday poured from my lovers lips;
Penetrate my skin like chemical needles.
I break from the weight of it .
I am left no solid ground to walk on .forced to crawl through the airs of the mind
I liked the complex feeling that goes along witht he simpleness of this peice. How you say light was strangled... yet doused with gasoline & flames came... isn't that light nonetheless? I also really liked the matter-of-fact feeling I got from this... it wasn't super depressing, yet with a hint of saddness, and it wasn't happy-go-lucky either. I enjoyed it and will definately ponder it.
Girl, you have done it again! That's my girl! You have done it, the writer I knew you were has emerged. I see that now, you explain more and better with your words in your poems. And you stuck to YOUR personal style, short but sweet and poweful. This poem was worded so well. The flow was great, and and always, you imagery was great. Great job. Maggie