outhere

outhere in

the outhere

the wind gets tired

of blowing

the sky gets tired

of knowing

what time it is

Reviews

[.]

. ahhhhh ... sublime poetry at its finest ... you're one of the most exquisite poets outhere ... sometimes ... i think ... it doesn't matter what time it is ... all that matters actually is timing ... speaking of ... your poetic timing is evolving brilliantly ... you raise the bar when it comes to brevity, coach ... and with such effortless genius and excellence ... wow ...

[em]

- ah!! - sublime, exquisite, brilliant!! - absolutely agree with serah - i couldn't find better words to ascribe to this work of art if i tried! -
- i just came back from a ten minute stint with a smoke - on the terrace of the place i work at - after reading your poem - and before writing this - (of course i'd already heard a stunning rendition of this piece over the phone the day you posted it) - and i swear - the almost full moon seemed - tired - lost and forlorn even - tired of staying awake in the night -

[Dani]

there's nothing to say, as you already said it all. good write.

[Robin]

peripheral perspective

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

transcendent gem~

[Lilly Negoi]

the taste of bored solitude :) nice :)