Softly,
as a
newborns
skin
Failing. While the Earth remains Stagnate. Ivory—pale and fresh, the birth A joy. To touch Iridescent, quite as lovely—soaring Precariously. Distinct of all others, Moving with grace. A ballet, an orchestra, Finely tuned. Harmonic dances, Fleeting. With the breeze of days to come, Joy for capturing. So long as the light, Does not fail. Nor rain eludes, Today. With heart and courage, I will fall. Against the frailty of rapid, Symmetry. Elongated motion, so carefully. I choose, I will settle. Down below, Your horizon. Escaping injustice, of the sky. Before me, To the ground. Where lives are born. Allowed to, touch me. Softly, as a newborns skin. To glide freely. Wherever I choose.
Proud,
just as
I am.
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Interesting. I love the poem, although I don't understand why you wrote it out in the form that you did. It doesn't seem to add anything to the poem itself
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Interesting form here. A few short lines and then you go into a whole paragraph type thing. It's almost prose poetry right there in the middle. Great imagery and word choice. You can definitely feel it. -
This is a very unique form I havent seen before, however it is a very enjoyable read. Thank you for sharing this with us. The ending is powerful, as well.
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This is very deep and very meanigful, but I feel that maybe the whole fact that it started out like a poem and turned into a story and then back to poem form just confused me and kinda took away from your meaning and point of this.
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Every once in a while you stumble across something that just seems to pierce your inner heart and soul… that is what I have found in this piece here. Your words hold an intensity that speaks for itself. Very nice work! Thank you for sharing it here at Allpoetry! I will look forward to reading more from you in the future.
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proud
So many thoughts are well said; a newborn begins everyday learning by failing, then they learn a new way. I have been given help from good Doctors, I now am kindly treated by a surgery that saved my live. I now relate to your soaring Precariously. I gather my strength now in an unkind manner. Yet it is strength I am learning. I must learn as a child learns, unafraid and knowing I will fall again. I need more strength to find tomorrow. I thank you so much that you ALLOWED me to touch you. This is a beutiful poem, that I will return to when my pride is is taking a nap. Love to you Annie
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This is fantastic! It has a unique structure. Was that to make it a shape poem, or just to change the pace at which we read it? Keep writing, Meggh x x x x x x x x x x x x
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I have no Idea what kind of poem it is other than blank verse. It was the first snow fall of the year last year and I was so moved by it, I'm not sure why. I am already feeling depressed with the cooler weather. I love the sun and I hate for summer to end. I really like to garden, so winter is my least favorite time of the year.
For some reason, that day the snow seem to dance down to the earth so quiety, so beautifully I could not pull myself away from the window. It was so breath taking.
Thanks for the reply.
I'll be reading yours in the morning, k.
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wow, i mean that wow, this is something, you did a great job on this and i can't think of much to say, keep it flowing
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Thanks, I'll be reading your work to very soon. I am working on my site at the moment, so much to do so little time. I'll try to get to your page first thing in the moring, thanks
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