I see a symphony playing softly on stage.
I hear an artist paint the final brushstroke of a masterpiece.
I walk with a limp, and see my perfect shadow.
I try to touch you, and grasp the air.
When I speak,
my voice is covered over by the tapping of your pencil against your desk.
The following comments are for "Speak" by Bradburyskin
daydream believer
I liked that your shadow is perfect. Wish I'd thought of that line.
Made me think you were daydreaming in class. Been there, done that too. Daydreaming's a hobby of mine. It has almost gotten me run over several times while crossing streets.
Enjoyed the poem.
I commented once before on your work but forgot to ask about your username. The Ray Bradbury fan in me wants to know the story behind it.
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Posted by: desvelado [Member] On: March 23, 2008
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