Here is a poem. I was saving it in the hope of publishing it in the literary world some day. But then I got real. It is not very good, and if I publish it here on my blog, I can still say it is "published" right?
Of course, if you get the urge to put it in an anthology of "One hundred greatest poems ever" or something, please feel free. Don't forget to tell me about it.
Thank you EskomYesterdayYour razor eyes peeled backmy carrot skin disguiseExposing things long tucked awayBy mouldy familiarity.And I, cold and raw, x-rayed youAnd I too saw.We tiptoed a fine-spun thread,teetering on edges of ugliness,Eyeing depths that offer no returnthat plunge to parallel dimensionswithout intersection.I stiffened, poised to leapinto the icy winds of love’s defection,into the slipstream of the left-unsaid,but then the lights winked outand wewell we did something else instead.brilliant poem is copyright of Po.