Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Trying To Turn Us To Angels In My Blood (For A. P.) Comments

Rating: 5.0

As a boy, alone, with a crayon you wrote
On the walls of your room. Now, you wail
Silently, so that others don't hear;
Bellow and moan on the page of your mind
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Brian Purdy
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Unwritten Soul 16 May 2012

I agree with Prakhar, i just loved the intro and the flow turn so beautifully ended sharp and nice..i really think this is a very nice poem, it has strong and fit shape...and the imagination and creativity so nicely handled...I like the moving words as well...so inspiring :) keep it up Brian thanks for inviting me :) _Unwritten Soul

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Prakhar Mishra 06 May 2012

i loved the way you started and went with it............ has just put me into some silent thoughts........................ lovely

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Smoky Hoss 02 May 2012

I may not get all of this deep, and amazing, expression you have here presented to us, but what I do find here is very moving; and for that I must say what a wonderful write. It packs a powerful punch; and I really like Sara's comment (below) , I beleive she must have found something similar in these words. Great poem Brian.

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Sharad Juneja 21 April 2012

Wow ..it just came from my mouth..... left me speech less Brian... u r truly inspiring

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Sara Fielder 11 April 2012

Oh wow. This is heavy. Ouch. I was just thinking that in my next life I won't come back as a poet. I want to come back as a tattooed lady...that way I can have the APPEARANCE of being poetic, and it wouldn't be as painful.

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