I'm craving...
Okay folks,
I'm out of college and I'm craving a writers' workshop. Below is a poem that I just wrote, please comment. Good, bad, and ugly. I want it all. Suggestions would be very helpful. Don't like it? Why... Like it? What's good? What needs work/ clarification, etc...
Thanks
What wicked lies we weave
In life’s living
With consequences not perceived
We know nothing of what isn’t
And very little of what is
Twisted tangles of truths and halves
We look up, look down
Blameless beings, helpless in life
Destined to walk the streets
Afraid of the shadows
Cast by our living
Dearest Langston,
Explosion is only what we may wish for
And what only the lucky receive
What we get is what we want
Dangled in front of us
Held up by the webs that we have woven
Of truths, half-truths and lies
I'm out of college and I'm craving a writers' workshop. Below is a poem that I just wrote, please comment. Good, bad, and ugly. I want it all. Suggestions would be very helpful. Don't like it? Why... Like it? What's good? What needs work/ clarification, etc...
Thanks
What wicked lies we weave
In life’s living
With consequences not perceived
We know nothing of what isn’t
And very little of what is
Twisted tangles of truths and halves
We look up, look down
Blameless beings, helpless in life
Destined to walk the streets
Afraid of the shadows
Cast by our living
Dearest Langston,
Explosion is only what we may wish for
And what only the lucky receive
What we get is what we want
Dangled in front of us
Held up by the webs that we have woven
Of truths, half-truths and lies