held like a shooting star
in atmosphere
she blinked away
the spiderwebs
and the tremble
gathering at her wrists
she held out her pale hands
to the sunshine
they found her there
and drank deep
the liquid gold
from her palms
...tada...
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the first two lines are confusing but I absolutely love "the tremble/ gathering at her wrists"
and the rest of the poem follows suit. It makes me want for warmer times where I could awaken deep in a nature filled with verdure and bright gold sunlight. Spiderwebs is a great duality of meaning, too.
Props. I would give you three applauding smiley guys except the first two lines are weird (I scrolled the page down so I could only see the last two stanzas while writing this, lol).
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smiles.
I'm glad you enjoyed it.
I'm usually flattered by your warm words because you take this so seriously, which is kind of neat. Almost everyone just gives 3 clappies cause they can. I never give any, because I don't. shrugs.
Anyways, thanks for the comment.
sorry the first two lines disappointed you. tehee, I guess there's only room for one of me inside my head.
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As though awakenning from a deep sleep, self imposed or by circumstance. Your choice of words is fanstastic, creating the mood perfectly. The picture of awakening was brightly painted of a pale figure embracing the golden light and warmth of the Sun. Well written with a smooth flow. Thank you for sharing.
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Thanks for your kind words. I'm glad you enjoyed it. smiles.
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Awesome stuff. It had great, deep, feeling to it, a brisk chill that was refreshing and intriguing at the same time.
Again, you are good.
IC C
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Thanks. smiles.
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hhmmm.... nice
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smiles, thanks.
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