Friday, July 27, 2012

3 New Poems

Flower Blossoms Close At Night
Flower blossoms close at night
not because they are afraid of the dark
but because they so love sunlight
they will accept no lesser spark.

Bottles on Shelves
We filled many shelves with bottles we drank
thinking they would help us remember our good times.
But looking at them lining the shelves now,
I just see emptiness trying to fill itself.

Separate Beds
There is a gulf between our beds.
Mine is next to the wall while
yours is under the window.
You crave sunshine and a view;
I demand peace and quiet.
How is it we live in the same room?

Copyright (C) 2012 by Eric Landuyt

1 comment:

  1. Not much I can say, I just like these in general. 'Bottles on Shelves' is somewhat contrived, I feel... why store empty bottles in such a time-consuming way? Wouldn't their content bring back memories instead of the bottle itself? Maybe expanding on that could help.