Wednesday, December 06, 2006

A Poem of Mine

What heart hinged upon a head can see
Truth that dwells behind these dusty faces
If courage were bold
And laughter pleasant
The ember of pain would not grow so hot
If time were turned
And forgiveness felt...

But time can not be changed

5 comments:

tag said...

Welcome aboard the bandwagon! Nice poem, the end is pretty depressing... like all good poems, I suppose.

itshouldbsummer said...

Grrr to all the people that write better poems than me! Not cool!

Ma'am Gallahad said...

um thats depressing

not all good poems end depressingly

but most end realistically

i guess

im not a poetry expert.

got anymore?

tag said...

What? That's untrue. Look at your friend Neruda that you say is awesome. Read his "Ode To A Pair Of Socks." It ends with him praising socks. DEPRESSING!

Ma'am Gallahad said...

okay but what about Neruda's Love Sonnet XVII? very happy and perfectly good poem