Wasted and weathered
The desert promises
Filth
There is a cash cow
Just sell your soul
Pop trunk and you’ll find it
Hiding
Eyes of youth are clouding
Pain-induced glaucoma
Even they won’t see the mistake
Repeating
Some will stretch
Toward the border
Never breaking
Free
(December 17th)
Here you will find what has, and continues to, run though my mind...and maybe, you'll find that it strikes a chord. Or even, a nerve.
(Sewing Hearts on Sleeves by Courtney Gonzales-Jayne is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.)
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They read what I write?
2 comments:
Not sure if this poem is about Las Vegas or not, but that's what I imagine. I like it. My only thought is that is this particular case? I would suggest dropping the use of different fonts and bold/italics.
For me, this poem would be stronger if it just was.
It needs no fancying up.
Ooooh . . . that's what it is! The bolds and italics and font changes make a very masculine poem seem feminine. It's distracting.
The poem itself?
I like it.
Not Vegas, but a desert most definitely...
Thank you for your opinion about the italics/bolds!
I actually added that as an afterthought right before I linked it to you, and then very quickly regretted it.
I agree. It fancies it up, and this piece was anything but fancy.
I'm going to take those out now...
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