no, I seem to have strayed here :pQuote:
Originally Posted by symphony
lashes
wet with soft dew
seeing...reaching....far
in hopes of changing a life
dreams....
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no, I seem to have strayed here :pQuote:
Originally Posted by symphony
lashes
wet with soft dew
seeing...reaching....far
in hopes of changing a life
dreams....
since it's gotta be two syllables, i take the liberty of choosing the next word after "dreams" myself to make it 2 syllabled. :)
Dreams die,
the gold wings of
Hope are incarnadined,
Sensibilities intrude failed
senses.
senses
betray falsehood
sweetest tastes the
poison of love yet we
happily taste it and live just
to die
to die
is to step out
the dreaded comfort zone
but I can do it, it's just a
lightbulb
lightbulb
brightens your nights
you would break all the bulbs
should you sit under the star light
and muse
and muse,
you water me,
a flower in Winter,
when the trees are sleeping, and I
run dry
run dry
in fields that glow
naked, indulging rain
to fall, wildness in your steps
splashing.
splashing
water at you
please come and get me, please
I give in much too easily
I know
I know
refreshing breeze,
before a rain, my skin
rises in welcome joy, come rain,
drench me
drench me,
lustrous droplets,
for i in my greyness
am ossified and shut behind
bulwarks...
bulwarks,
moose and squarrel,
they are behind all this,
Natasha! all these cinquain things -
Get Them!
"get them!"
they rushed in, like
some hungry wolves in search
of food, and took whatever they
could touch....
could touch
a thousand times
but none like you of course
here it is in all its splendor
touch this
touch this
with your eyes closed,
it's a smile, in the dark,
between here and there, touching is
seeing
seeing
is believing
but touching is mortal
touching a flower makes your lips
send thrills........