Words spouted
Meanings twisted
Feelings shredded
Broken hearted
Love thwarted
Insides knotted
Dreams exploded
The bloom wilted
Eyes clouded
With tears blinded
Breathe suspended
Life has ended.
-Shail Mohan (May 2008)
Shail's Nest
Where fingers tap dance…
So fast its all over, gone, everything, but then that’s the way it is.
Yes, Jacob. That’s the way it is. Thanks for dropping by.
Hi again, Shail–
The Shail’s Nest just showed me writing about “Run Girl…” at 10 AM in the morning when it is 10PM.
I just realized that Your poems, like this one, make me want to discuss some of the ideas with you. Like I want to ask you to consider another position. But that is CRAZY on my part.
These are your ideas and why I enjoy your poems is that you are a thinker. You’re making me think, and strange as it might seem to some others, I find it enjoyable.
If it wasn’t for ideas and thinking, I don’t know what I would do with my pea-sized brain.
Gosh, I wish I could write poems. What a great skill, no?
Best Regards,
Bob
Your writing rocks.
Bob, am glad what I write made you think. I am fond of anything that makes me think, a book, an article, a mail, a conversation…. Thanks for the appreciation!
Thanks for allowing me to appreciate you.
Bob