I can twirl the sky in two,
half laughing at the snap-
crackle-pop! rumbling just beneath
the clouds. The clouds are shaped
like mythical beasts,
swirling and cascading off one another,
transforming with my whispered wind,
until I ride my Pegasus
to the entrance of heaven.
A contest entry
- Friday Morning Quickie by delightfulmess.
625 points, ended July 10, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Any good?
Comments
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WOW... this is an intense beauty. I liked this alot.
Delila
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oh i herd the sound of "snap-crackle-pop! "
Brillant!
i liked it alot!
well done!
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Bellerophon would be proud. Luv the way you twisted it.
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