Come see my pretty Mystery
She plays in fields of coal
Her eyes reciting melodies
Imprinted in her soul
She rests beneath the rain-kissed trees
And paints on clouded skies
While driftwood dreams, amidst the breeze
Embark upon her sighs
Be kind to little Mystery
Whose mind dwells far away
In search of all her memories
Forever gone astray.
She writes enchanted melodies
of treasures in the air
a beauty sadly lost to us
whose minds all fail to care
And while her mind does dance and play
Upon the silver moon
Young Mystery forever strays
Within her painted tune.
Author notes
In a way this isn't really metaphorical... people in their own worlds, that seem to never stop smiling make me think there's seriously something beautiful I've missed along the way! Imagination is beauty!
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Thank you for your entry
Thank you for entering your piece into my contest. However, this is for the best prewrites from June 2009 and your poem is written in July. I shall be removing it from judging.
Shari
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Beautiful
This is such a beautiful write. It has a very nice melody to it when read aloud. The flow is so smooth, gliding gracefully along each line. Beautiful rhyming as well, without anything sounding forced or trute. I truly enjoyed reading this piece. Imagination really is one of the most beautiful things we have. Great job. Keep it up.
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Beautiful words, and perfect rhythm. I think everyone has a secret part of their mind that the rest of us don't understand. You have described it beautifully.
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This is eerily amazing.!
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