Billede, billede; on the trees you gater to see me.
Like large white balls of cottony fluff,
looking very happy to see me.
Billede, billede; in the winter you leave me.
With dreams of you and visions of we,
as happy as we should be.
Author notes
The tempo of this little piece was inspired by the song Idlewild.
I guess if it wasn't clear to somebody from the poem, I though billede sounded like flowers or blossoms on the tree.
A contest entry
- Define a foreign word – and use it as a prompt! by Beating.
300 points, ended August 14, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I really enjoyed the rythm in this piece, as it seemed constant and melodic. Very sweet, and the melody and the words seemed made for each other. It's all one nice package.
When the contest has ended you'll see if your interpretation of the word is close to its actual meaning!
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