четвртак, 29. септембар 2011.

Poetry in a Global Box: United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland

Rory Waterman
A Suicide

Away. And for a moment as you tipped,
traversed the awful point of no return
and yelled, stretch-torsoed in the faraway,

you faced us. Eyes unseeing mirrored mine:
I thought of me; the you in me, in us;
and all the things you’d given us to say.

© by Rory Waterman

4 коментара:

herbst.zeitlosen је рекао...

Danke für dieses Gedicht und auch für deine zwei Zeilen zur stillen Arbeit der Zeit.
Grüße

Rory Waterman је рекао...

I am glad you like my poem, but could you please divide it into two three-line stanzas, as it appeared in print? That would be much appreciated.

Thank you and best wishes,
Rory Waterman

Миррослав Б Душанић је рекао...

I'm sorry!
The poem was posted correctly.
The error caused by incorrect HTML formatting. I've corrected it.

Best wishes!
Miroslav B. Dušanić

Rory Waterman је рекао...

Thanks!
All best,
Rory