Guilt

Hi Beeme, I really like this, something like memories slip through the starry net shouldn't work but does, beautifully. I think though the poem loses a bit of its bite set out like prose. Others may disagree and I'm no expert, particularly with formatting but, There is so much light pouring through the blinds but I hide in the dark, curled up in the corner afraid of letting go. The blue-black blanket wrapped around me doesn't keep me safe. The memories seep through the starry net; your face is too bright, too clear, too near. Time is closing in on me, the darkness blends into a pastel dawn, the sunlight burns my last memory to ash. The scarlet sun forever blood-red. even my go at it seems to work better. Sonora's recent poem close the circle worked in that format because it was a breathless and energetic piece of writing with little punctation if I remember it right, but some of your words eserve to be paused over and thought about. Beeme, I will not be offended if you tell me to pissoff. ATB FB :-)

Hi Beeme, this is certainly an original piece, I like the last line:- The scarlet sun forever blood-red. It kind of sets the poem off. Thanks for the read. Jenny.

Glad you weren't offended and you liked the suggestion, have a good weekend. :-)

Hi Beeme, this works so well now. Such lovely imagery. Enjoyed;-) Tina xx

ScoZen Beeme, hello. I just love all the colours you bring into your writing. A real artists palette. Regards