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Such beautiful imagery in Crossed Wires! Impressive and inspiring. :thumbs_up
Especially the last stanza
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Disdain falls thinly from my paper shoulders
A cloak between my skeleton and me
It is your doing: Now, as our world grows older
You help me to feel weak, and small, and free.
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Originally Posted by Nightshade
This poem gave me the chills:cold:. Haunting and beautiful; but also reminds me of Neil Gaiman's short prose, Babycakes.
I like this one the best of all.Quote:
Originally Posted by Nightshade
Very moving, I felt like crying out aloud while reading it. :(
sorry its taken this long I will attempt to clear the back log one poem a week.
The Shapes Beyond the Horizon
Beyond the horizon the dark shapes form,
The breeze barely breathes, diminishing light falls.
Below the blue the fishes softly swarm,
Their fins' fly underneath as the darkness calls.
High in the sky, under moonlights watchful eyes,
The wind wakes and rain falls on pounding waves.
Hidden shapes shift, ships hit, the hour arises.
Thunder cracks and shakes the watery graves.
The sleeping sea shakes, squeels as it wakes,
The fishes smiles wide as they swim to the sky
As shapes of the ships break the blue that quakes
And morning breaks ... now the sun smiles upon high.
A serenity stills and a calmness fills
The hour as the wind winds through the waves dance
And the blues calm thrills on the sand where it spills
And all the fishes that took their chance, prance.