White Sheets Spray Painted Grey

by Nargles

Published September 10, 2012

In poetry

There was time when we didn’t feel so insufficient
The life we had was significant,
But now it’s all broken dreams
And tears cupped in the palm, waiting to be collected
So all those angry days let us wash them away.
 
I had a dream of a place where you stayed
To be with me another night
In this space it would be alright
A stroke of happiness to last for life.
A tiny hope to wash the anger away.
 
Oh this life we’ve lead,
This tongue of regret, this knowing
We’ll never go back to the old day
Never back to the old ways.
White sheets spray painted grey.
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StoryWeaver13
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StoryWeaver13 wrote a review Review · Sep 11, 2012

Hey, Nargles! Okay, so this was alright. Not too shabby, really. I love the depth and thought that's clearly been put into its meaning, and for me that is what makes it stand out. Some of it, ie. "broken dreams," "tears cupped in the palm," is a little melodramatic or my taste, but that's probably more of a creative difference rather than a critical one. In contrast, I adore certain lines, such as "This tongue of regret" and (of course) "white sheets spray-painted grey." Stellar. ^_^

Keep writing!

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AlexT
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AlexT wrote a review Review · Sep 10, 2012

Great job! Very deep with lots a meaning. Grammatical errors: In the second stanza I don't think that you meant to capitalize "Stroke". If it was on purpose, my bad. Overall the poem had pretty good flow; I especially like how you tied in "white sheets spray painted grey" into the end. Very nice. Hope this is meaningful to you!



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