Her hands bring colors to the dark of night,
rebirths dead stars with her pencil of heart,
pale eyes, they are lit by this sense of art,
oh, any mind would forget that it's trite.
Wandering earth, for she now broke her wings,
an unthanked angel in our rush of time,
she blends with our chord, forgets she's sublime,
weary and weak is her tone when she sings.
Dazed and confused by her new view of life,
seemly rotting like a human would do,
her corpse in the dirt and vermins'll chew,
oh, for heavenly food they now will strife.
Some day, a child of light gaze to the sky,
it wonders why, why did every star die.
Author notes
My first form write. And ohh! form writing is hard!
The line I chose was
"Rebirths dead stars with her pencil of heart"
Poem: http://allpoetry.com/poem/4587323
A contest entry
- What's Your Line? by Cannonsfire.
1750 points, ended December 19, 2008, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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very well
I like the creativity although I'm a big fan of Angels and Ninjas...Nice rhymes no problem with your sonnet form. It made me feel like the end is near
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It was a very good first effort and nicely done
C
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