Ditch the ads, upload images and much more - upgrade today from 5.95/month!
Read • Contests • Groups • Learn • Forums • Store • Help
 

Crystal Ball

On my dresser
sits a ball
made of the finest crystal
It catches the light from the bedroom window
and a misty liquid
swirls to tell my fortunate
colors never seen before
more than blue and purple
dance and glitter
cast on my ceiling
I wate
my fortune is being determined
by a crystal ball
made from the finest glass 

A contest entry

Please tell me what you think

    : , Your review:

    Comment Suggestion: What is your your first impression?
    • Line numbers  • Invite them to read
    : no Cost: 0 free left 0 points, You have (?)

Comments


  • aslanlight
    August 4, 2007

    Edit | Reply
    'I wate' should be I wait. A very small error taking nothing from your poem. I like the air of yearning for mystery, of longing for secrets and the simple clarity.

    Thanks for entering

    Peace Georgia