Poem -
It’s Thursday
It’s Thursday,
It’s morning
And it’s throng;
It’s eyes,
Redundancy
And cold...
It’s all that I have wanted to be once,
It’s all, but at the same time,
It is nought.
I listen to the the river hitting rocks,
I listen to the rain draining the man,
And hear all that I’ve wanted to be once,
And hear the paintings spoken monochrome.
I hate to watch the beauty how it drains,
I hate to feel how all of it is dying,
But not through eyes I see what’s in my hands,
And not through word I speak what I am writing.
It’s Thursday,
It is night
And not a soul,
No eyes,
And no redundancy,
It’s nought;
Not all that I’ve wanted to be once,
Not all, but at the same time,
It’s not cold.
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Comments
I love the sentiment and sadness that runs through this Catalina...nice work ?
Thank you! English is not my first language and poetry tends to lose its authenticity through translation, but I’m glad that the melodramatic feeling is still palpable :).
Your English will get better with practice ...keep writing ?
Good first entry...welcome.
Thank you!
Beautiful imagery!
Favorite lines
I really like how you use rain in the poem to mean draining verses replenishing. Like, as the rain comes down -- it can flood the land, or flood over with emotions.
Powerful line:
I like how you use "cold" in the poem and the figurative language. I cannot wait to read more of your poetry.
Have a wonderful (warm) day today.
I can’t express through words how much this means to me. Not only you liked my poem, but also payed attention to the meaning behind it. You portrayed perfectly what I was trying to say. Thank you a lot! This definitely made my day :) .