Best I Ever HadI found a hair On my pillow. It was curly Brown, the sort of silk-smooth thick A man can run his hands Through, the sort that never dried Without an electrical outlet. It was dry now.Best I Ever Had
I remember how it had come here, Wet and knotty, tangled with its ilk, Bounding happily across my Gentle hand, the cheek of the face It belonged to smiling Delicately, the face’s lips Whispering sweetly.
This will be the last One, however, and I Should find no more. My own thinning Hair has turned white with my Memories.
The photography and other assorted arts are every bit as polished, and are awesome to find randomly. Unforunately, however, the literary section of this website I find to be, shall we say, lackluster. Angry, violent images and imprecise, metaphorical diction do not make good poetry, people.
Check out Robert Frost: You'll find every last word he writes is carefully chosen to create a concrete image. The prose I've found is largely similarly flawed in that it doesn't really say anything, but tries to get an imaginative point across without actually smacking you in the face with what needs to be said. Implication is great, but only if it's clear what's being implied.
I, for my part, am not largely published or polished a writer. I do, however, know what I'm doing and what the makeup of good writing, and I, like all here, strive to improve.
--
Help! I'm being stereotyped!
Previous PageNext Page