A little poem in response to a writing exercise last night …
I want to
I want
I
I want
I want to
Words of such power
Words of such weakness
Words that speak
Words that breathe
Is a want a need
Is a want a desire
Is a want something more
Is a want even real
I want to
Love
Laugh
Cry
Feel
I want to
Feel the wind
Feel the sun
Feel the waves
I want to
Feel your touch
Feel your warmth
Feel you
I want to
Walk the world
Swim its rivers
Share its rhythms
I want to
Talk to you
See you smile
Hold you tight
I want to
Novels, Short Stories, and More 
I tried poetry but it became more limerick….LOL chuq
This is very sweet. Harold Pinter often wrote poetry like this. Short, brief, selective, as if he placed each word onto the page with a tweezer. I see, you do this too. One can only admire this.
Thank you. I’m reluctant and insecure when it comes to poetry.
No, you have a leaning towards it. I really loved what you penned.
The Irrepairable Past, a novella I published last year, was an attempt to write a longer piece influenced by the rhythm of poetry. It’s not written as a poem, but I tried really hard to create a rhythm in the writing that feels poetic. I succeeded in parts and not in others.
I think you did succeed. I do.
BTW…Love the title. 🙂
Thank you. I can imagine there are people turned off by it because it is “misspelled.”