I've written a new poem, it's a bit weird and I'm not sure how good it is,
but here it is and I hope you'll like it :)


Cloth hanger

I hang my thoughts on a cloth hanger,
there they won't fall down, but simply hang there
carrying serets that even I don't know,
carrying a meaning, being meaningful
on the cloth hanger

I hang my thoughts there, my mind
and if it sheds a drop of wisdom
I'll let it be weaved into the floor,
then even the floor will know the secret,
still unknown by me

My thoughts and me are separate,
two entities so to speak,
they make sense and I... I don't,
but I'm present nonetheless

with my thoughts on a cloth hanger until tomorrow




Poetry by Karoline
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Written on 2007-05-01 at 15:47

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