Sometimes

On Writing

Sometimes

     Only a lonely sometimes

I feel this overwhelming urge,

to paint conflicting words

between faded blue lines

     A thin sheef of stationary aging as quickly as me

shall carry my message

untill yellowed edges

reveal my thoughts for someone to read

     And if i say anything anyone may truly respect

shed a shred of light

 for one moment, in one life

provoke a feeling a stranger may never forget

    Then regardless of the impressions I've made

no matter what I've recklessly done

reluctantly become

for that particular moment,

      I owned the day

 

Reviews

[Zoe Jay]

A delicate and well expressed thought. Nice reflective tone and neat downplayed descriptives. Writing is indeed, a form of time travel. Perhaps, through some relic of ours, we may make someone in the future, maybe even long after our own deaths, feel something of what we felt, see something we saw, perhaps think of the world as we thought of it. That is the true magic of writing. Perhaps your relic, or scrap, will be the only record that ever survives of that day, that time, that thought, that view. Very nice philosophy and very neatly expressed.

[Vanessa]

This is a great piece! And considering that we're all writers here, it's very relatable. Despite the somber feeling in the beginning of your poem, how wonderful it ends with the simple thought that your written words would go ahead of you and put you on a pedestal. Also, I really like how you structured the poem. Look forward to reading more.

[Celeste21]

To connect w/ a kindred spirit makes life all the more worth it. Great message in this piece.

[qaralynn]

beautiful write!

[William Maisonave]

I'm still devopling my craft but I appreciate the positive feedback ,thanks

[An owl on the moon]

I can feel that.. the sometimes... the longing to linger.. to last. You create an overwhelming feeling and thought of being.