Poems from classicist001
Come, Father, teach me,
Teach me the banjo.
Show me how to pluck the strings,
The strings of the southern banjo.
Come, Papa, bring me,...
Noise,
Harsh, stuffy
Running, shouting, never contemplating
Chaos, confusion, quietude, calm
Sitting, dreaming, meditating
Soft, cool...
Lord, how am I
A humble carpenter,
A lowly laborer,
A servant even of servants,
How am I to take this on?
On merciless straw
And these...
I.
In a web of lies
Trapped in the very center
Did a young girl rest.
II.
Did she know her doom?
The Spider was approaching fast
Escape...
What is this feeling
So strange and alone
My fingers cannot move
And my heart has turned to stone.
The aching in my head
The darkness...