The Edge
As I walk down the causeway toward the precipice for sight,
I see the things I seek to passively dispel.
As one is forced to recognise a past too soon forgotten,
So have I cast out the resemblance of a meaning more than selfish desire.
To be eager and afraid of every touch no more,
I realise that it is true, “Everything that rises must converge.”
In respect to each other the eagerness and desperation of our touch is gone,
When all that remains is promises and will.
I seek the precipice,
so I may turn away from the setting sun.
My journey is not over,
My song has not been sung.
April 16th, 2008 at 11:26 am
I find it extremely difficult to read white text on a black background, if you want people to read your blog make it as easy as possible for us!
Also the font colour for the comment input box is also white so when my browser on its default settings does its whacky yellow bg on a form input I can’t see what I am typing!
As for the poem, it’s great that you’re writing them but I have no grounds for comment. When is your short story coming? Now that’s something I’ll be happy to comment on
April 16th, 2008 at 3:06 pm
I hope that is better Bee!
April 17th, 2008 at 12:04 am
Great blog theme Erick - it’s heaps easier to read. I didn’t realise you were writing a short story. Sounds interesting.
I’m keen on seeing more blogs posts in the future. I’ll add you to my RSS.
April 17th, 2008 at 2:05 pm
Yeah, I am toying around with doing it as a serial in blog form. Even if I did that I would want to have most of it in final first, so if something came up I could keep the posts regular.