Adam now exists...
The broken beauty of this photo
Cuts deep into my soul and
Calls forth wishes and
Dreams of forever…
Doomed to nothing…
Adam's poem when I showed him this image. I don't know poetry so can't tell is this is any good or just plain crap. But he doesn't care.
No poet is born complete...and any who thinks he was, is not a poet.
He's grown something of an attitude about his poetry, Adam has. Here's another bit he wrote.
A silence covers my world As a blanketComplete Warm To leave me cold As if it were nothing No footstep heard No intake of breath No cry for one to respond To acknowledge To let you know The silence is not that of life Nor is it deathIt is nothing...I love it when my characters become more real to me than anyone else I know. And I feel that way about Adam, now.
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