The world burgeons before my
eyes, like machinations of angels
at dance to fates aged melody.
Pit-
Pat-
Pit Pat- a cadence caught
in loop, trees spry and new rise
reaching yonder to the bountiful sky.
so ever thirsty they strive forever high:
To extend through the blanket of infinity.
a fledgling bolt of lightning voices
his adolescent growl plummeting through
the din of early morning miasma.
A drum line of the Gods speaks now, the
thunder roaring a tremendous clap,
shaking my walls- eyes flutter fleeting fast
the liquor induced sleep of macabre
darkness, like deaths owns wings,
I rise to the sugar cane sweet due surprises
as morning arrives, complete sensory delight.
Please tell me what you think
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oh, goodness, my little AP brother this is so wonderful... i absolutely adore the last two lines... you are such a beautiful and talented writer.
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im flattered to hear you enjoyed the piece, thanks for your praise.
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i haven't read much so far of your poetry,but out of the ones i've read so far i think i like this the most... Its different.The way you organize your written structure to emphasize sound really brings this poem more to life.What makes it even more so,is the imagery.it brings to mind an image of a dream,not yet been born.Its unique,in its way.
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thanks for the read and thoughtful comment.
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So Sweet
I like the imagery you used! Great job! I'll have to keep it short and sweet for now.
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thanks much
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