02-22-2011 05:59 PM
Here is another one of my poems. Please tell me what you think. Thank you.
My Stalker in the night
I can hear him but I can't see him.
My Stalker is a murderer
With long black rectangular spears.
My Stalker is a window showing time and all
With seconds to spare and minutes to fall.
My Stalker is an old TV.
Black and white intertwined.
My Stalker is a math teacher
Counting up and down.
My Stalker is in this room
On your wrist
On the wall.
My Stalker is a zombie
With no feelings at all.
My Stalker is a boss
Keeping everyone on schedule.
My Stalker is in everyone's dream.
My Stalker has a terrifying sound.
Tick Tock here we come.
02-22-2011 06:06 PM - edited 02-22-2011 06:18 PM
I love your poem. I love your imagery and your way of words. It's really creative, thank you for sharing it.< /p>
I can't remember who wrote it but there's a poem about time which you ride with time as a companion that helps you reflect on your experience as you travel. Yes time seems to chase us too at times, and you captured that very well honey.