Deadly Nightshade Posted February 18, 2003 Report Share Posted February 18, 2003 (edited) Something sticky on my hands At my feet Where are you? I search frantically But all is black I raise my hand to my head All I feel is pain I stumble and fall Look around... Cold and sticky Blood... What did I stumble on? I stumbled on you... Edited February 18, 2003 by Deadly Nightshade Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Archaneus Posted February 18, 2003 Report Share Posted February 18, 2003 (edited) Not quite sure what to say. Edited February 18, 2003 by Archaneus Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Deadly Nightshade Posted February 18, 2003 Author Report Share Posted February 18, 2003 Is that good...or bad Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Archaneus Posted February 18, 2003 Report Share Posted February 18, 2003 Neither really. I like it, but I'm not sure how to comment further. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted February 18, 2003 Report Share Posted February 18, 2003 I like it. For me, I read it as a metaphor for a relationship. The uncertainty of not knowing where you stand with someone (being in the dark), and how we bruise ourselves with miscommunications. It's really easy to 'stumble on you' and be hurt... Good poem. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
reverie Posted February 18, 2003 Report Share Posted February 18, 2003 i took a more literal take on it... (curse of western thought) ... i picture it more of someone waking after being knocked out, then discovering 'dead person' ...conjured for me a scene from a mystery book/movie... revery the dreamlost "aye me"(R&J, shakespear) the dream continues... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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