Corbett's Corner

Just a couple of poems I felt not so bad about. Haven't gotten the courage to post some of the longer stuff up yet...

Memories
Memories are essential to my existence,
Yet cruel time steals them away,
Faces fade, flee into the fog,
Memories shift to shadow, obscure.

A Gift
When I see you, suddenly I am bare.
Naked, my flesh melts away, bones reduced
To dust, everything fades to nothing.
Alone, vulnerable, my soul is yours.

Only half a half-hearted attempt at a half-done revision on these two. I felt pretty good about getting things condensed here, usually my poems run on a page or two handwritten (in a little mead notebook).

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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: So-So Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2007-01-04 8:58 PM A couple short poems Just a couple of poems I felt not so bad about. Haven't gotten the courage to post some of the longer stuff up yet... Memories Memories are essential to my existence, Yet cruel time steals them away, Faces fade, flee into the fog, Memories shift to shadow, obscure. A Gift When I see you, suddenly I am bare. Naked, my flesh melts away, bones reduced To dust, everything fades to nothing. Alone, vulnerable, my soul is yours. Only half a half-hearted attempt at a half-done revision on these two. I felt pretty good about getting things condensed here, usually my poems run on a page or two handwritten (in a little mead notebook). Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top