WHAT WAS IT?

THE FRAILTY OF THE GRASP OR THE FALLING SO FASTTHE PICTURES I SENTOR THE INTENSITY I MEANTTHE FEAR OF FAILURE OR LOVE'S INABILITY TO TAILORYOUR NEEDS TO MINE....
AN INNATE NEED TO IMPALE

A BREATHLESS DESIRE

TO EXHALE ?MY FATE IS AT HANDGENUFLECT, MAKE THE SIGN OF THE CROSSTHEN RISE AND SMILEBEFORE YOU NAIL ME....
BjR 28 may '10

— Bonitaj, May 29, 2010

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Tip of Southern Africa, ZAF

Favorite Poets: Too many to narrow down, but briefly :, AUDEN, T.S. ELIOT, DICKENSON, RILKE, THOREAU, RUMI ... the list is endless. Am inspired by many, especially those that live lives of "quiet desperation, and go to the grave with a song still in them" (THoreau)

Critiques

xena465

16 years ago

Hey Boni

Sounds like someone's got your back up in this one...strong stuff. Rosina xena465

Bonitaj

16 years ago

Thanks Indi

Ithink that's the first 5 star rating you have ever given me! I'm glad you got to see the URGENCY in the use of Capitals - it was intentional! Cheers Bonita j

Seren

15 years 12 months ago

Dear Boni

Intense right enough only thing I would change is to lower your caps ... simply if the words dont say it (and yours do immensely well) caps wont either ... brilliant write but sorry huni hate the caps but just my opinion lol and we all have them eh ? smile love JayCe x x x ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")