These words will prove I lived.
Beautiful as always, Sara.:-)
I like the first line, it says that I am not what you see.Great poem filled with emotion.
Hi Sara.Yes, I'm a publicity whore.Feel free to take something from my website to showcase..Just drop me a line or put a comment in the poem you take, will go to markbnj @ excite.com And I will update my links to include you, later!
sara... this is murder... it is so beautiful.... i love the obliqueness of metaphor here and the way it changes roles.. and take what you like from my musings for your collage etc. I would, however, request you to mention me in the cast and credits...was it the pettiness of the man? who knows... coming back to your poem , i would put it up there with the heatr of darkness from your october verses..your friend shakir
youch. love the ending :)
i first imagined "image" as an actual picture, but then as I reread it I shifted to seeing the image more as a "mental image" a thought of someone. and the idea of being released like being forgotten... losing even the thought of someone. the ultimate letting go.
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