The Stew That David Made "I stand before him A raging delicacy My nakedness does not reveal The ashen dirt within me Are you there? Screaming in the hollow empty places? Scraping the tender innocence Even as my volition increases I can feel your restraint on me I am fading You come for me in the night I run away in wet clothes Craving only what will not be given Could'nt make you into something your not Could'nt help but be the perfect little robot You are the reflection that hovers in my mirror Impatiently, while I await the winters end."
Valerie Markva's Questions:
Hi, my name is Valerie, I'm new at this
and have a few questions.
First I would like to know how I can keep my poetry from being stolen when I submit it like this.
And secondly I would like to ask for a critique on the above poem, I have recently written a chapbook which is comprised of many differant types and styles of poetry, I would greatly appreciate some expert advice before I send it out for publication.
Thank you for time.