Something stirring
somewhere near,
singing something
so sincere.
Steal my whispers,
reimpose,
make what's meek
become a rose
who speaks in swirls
to only me,
who feeds me cake
and spanish tea.
Something stirring
so refined,
save me from
the lines I've signed.
Catch me when
the clouds that cry
release the things
they hold inside,
'til in your hands
you're holding me,
'til songs are sung
of spanish tea.
Something stirring
in the air,
keep me close
and hold me there,
there where colors
bleed from red,
from autumn winds,
this ruby thread...
could find the blue
that swims in me
and fuse me through
my spanish tea.
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i do miss hearing this poem from your lips
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I miss reading your work. Come summer, we're definitely doing some catching up. I still read through your book all the time. Are you going to put out another with the same company?
Where to begin (I'm a bit rusty at this)... meter. Right, so what's the point? You do it better than I do, and it's the only quality I have going for me. If I want a good melodic piece of poetry, you're always a dependable source. Down to the conclusion - purely pleasant prosody. Boy do I have competition...
The parallelisms that you modelled this piece around worked wonders for capturing mood.
This is where imagery, energy, movement and emotion collide. If AP were represented by a constellation, you wouldn't be a star, you'd be a supernova. What a fulfilling poem.
Delish
- Corey
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i've bought a large notebook today to write down all of my favorite poems on here that i've met over the years, so that i may keep them with me throughout my life time. this is definitely going in there greg.
you're awesome. i'm sure many more of your oldies will too.
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That was so brilliantly written. Very sweet. Keep it up. Stacey
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