the world that was
[ i s n o t ]
and yet
no life’s so long that he’d forget
the waves that roll
[ a r e h e r e ]
but gone
the light’s still there, so he must
[ c a r r y o n ]
the world that was
[ i s n o t ]
and yet
no life’s so long that he’d forget
the waves that roll
[ a r e h e r e ]
but gone
the light’s still there, so he must
[ c a r r y o n ]
Love it!
Thank you! – Owen
I especially like this one, probably because of the visual component as much as for the actual words.
Thank you. I have to remind myself from time-to-time that poetry is supposed to allow for playing with the language to get points across.