My dear friends,
As you know, every week, I make a selection of your works for my watchers feature.
The problem, is that I'm starting to run out of time to do it every week.
It will probably not possible to continue for me..
I know that people looking forward to see their work featured, but don't worry!
Your work will be featured all the same, because I'm looking for a new type of feature:
It's you who choose the works that you want to be featured!
Meanwhile, I'll still try to continue as long as I can
Thanks again for your support!
Unfinished - A Portrait's PoemThe orange sky bleeds blue, onto
skeletal husks disguised as trees,
limbs lost, and searching,
barren of leaves.
It is strange to think
that I feel alone,
They wave to me, please,
chop those lonely trees down.
These golden-frame walls,
they used to hold
life and love and hope and breath,
and may yet,
should these bleak brush strokes change.
But what fruit will grow,
when the stem is cut?
My father has long since withered,
and I am not yet complete.
Snip, snip, snap my tendons.
Sip, sip, sap the blood from my veins.
I am at the mercy of your eyes and mind.
No, please don't look away.
I am not yet complete.