Magic dust, or a trick of the light?
Is that really a puddle on which she kneels?
Are the wings on her back simply fake in your sight?
Or could the mystical world be real?
A fairy like that, heaven kissed,
I'd rather let myself believe,
That magic and miracles DO exist,
And that she is kneeling there, praying, for me.
I would rather see through a child's eyes,
In innocence and purity,
I would rather believe in a beautiful lie,
Than live in a dull reality.
We need things like this to keep us alive,
To fight that slippery slope,
To face each day with the will to strive,
We need them to give us hope.
Author notes
http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/999/999734yqlbloeokb.jpg <-- the picture behind the poem.
A contest entry
- PIF PROMPT CONTEST by penman.
1500 points, ended December 7, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wonderful
Very creative and so well done. Best of luck in the contest
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Incredible. The first two stanzas descibe such a beautiful image. The last two explain why the image is so powerful. This peom is very deep and hits hard. Definatly one of my favorites. You deserve the gold on this one.
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A most magical write you have penned.Your last two stanza's sums up the whole write and speaks volumnes.I wish you all the best in the contest.
~Angel-anne~
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