Shane Cooper Poet Footle

Despair

THE FOOTLE THATS NOT A FOOTLE


SADNESS
MADNESS

DARK DREAMS
LOST SCREAMS

JOY FLED
LOVE DEAD

ALONE
ONE MOAN

NO PLACE
OR FACE

NO SIGHT
OR LIGHT

FEAR HIGH
BLACK SKY

COLD FROST
LIFE LOST
 
ENDS NOW
LAST BOW

TAKE PILL
LIE STILL

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Andrea Dietrich January 13, 2015 at 3:55 PM I think you did a great job with these. Why do you use title "not a footle" The Despair title is great!! Shane Cooper January 13, 2015 at 4:19 PM Hi, I thought a footle was supposed to be light hearted hence the "not" but the form just seemed right for this poem. Thank you for the comments Love Shane xxx

Me Me January 13, 2015 at 8:37 AM This was pleasantly dark, I see the merit for the ending. Yet the second lines of some of the "stanzas" make me feel as though you're talking about an actor or an actress after the curtain falls for the last time, leaving them in the dark. Good Job! Shane Cooper January 13, 2015 at 8:49 AM Thanks it just sort of took on a life of its own as I wrote.

Jan Allison January 13, 2015 at 7:28 AM Oh Shane such a sad string of footles the final one sent a chill down my spine:-( Hugs Jan xx Shane Cooper January 13, 2015 at 8:11 AM sorry not. Meant to upset anyone Love Shanexx