morning bells are chiming
larks sing above my head,
far inside the castle walls
she's nestled in her bed.
underneath a window
she sleeps and maybe dreams,
while the blazing fire in the sky
is a tame and gentle gleam.
apollo sprinkles warmth around
and it's comforting to touch,
like airborn flakes of gold
sunbeams shimmer as I watch.
I wonder if she feels them
splayed out across her back,
I know I would, if I were her
but for now there's only black.
my hovel has no windows
and neither does my soul
except the one it shares with her
a hole in the castle wall.
I see her there, I feel the warmth
as if the sun were me,
but I've never been that close to her
though I one day hope to be.
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written 4/26/05
posted by request
Comments
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this made me smile. It could totally be a nursery rhyme.
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I liked this piece. It was simple, but so well written. It made me smile, and I loved the imagery. This made me think back on a few books I had read, and that brought back wonderful memories. Great write.
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An excellent write...an illustrious poem...as far as the ideology don't mess, it's beautiful. Two suggetions: 1) The English language is indeed an amazing and beautiful thing...expand on it! Words create vividness, power, and immersion.
2) Break into smaller staza's for easier digestion...it will give it weight and make it linger! Splendid job my friend...and please keep writing!
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