She had raven ringlets;
Smiles of stone,
Eyes, polluted streams.
Dark pools stagnated
Between the creases
Of her cheeks.
Arms intertwined;
There was anger
In her shrouded words;
Fingers of depravity.
She curled dying flowers
Between the fields of her hair;
She counted the cracks
Leaping through the pavement.
They called her;
She was the mist
Of March afternoons.
She had hands like birds;
She drew love on the dirt.
She was a sightless seer;
She found no time for lies
And none for truth.
She tied wings to the sky,
Kissed me one night,
And taught me to fly.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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The imagery is, like in all your other poems, vivid and beautiful. You avoid cliche even with this topic of love, and have painted a lovely character. The ending is a punch. "She had hands like birds..." I love that line. <3
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very vivid imagery and very beautiful choice of words. it's awesome!
kAsSiE
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i'm not sure i caught an exact meaning but there was definitely some stunning imagery...a beautiful write even if i lack understanding!
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it's about unexpected love =).
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