Beware

September 23, 2010
By jessicags GOLD, San Diego, California
jessicags GOLD, San Diego, California
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Favorite Quote:
"I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten - happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another." Brenda Ueland


No tales to tell this creatures mold,
Eyes that are never seen,
But the form of a hidden face,
With arms and hands that reach,
No chains can keep this creature still,
No hands can bind its breath,
No whisper of seductive sins,
Can beguile another’s death,
It sneaks upon our every move,
And like a mask we cannot tell,
What is behind the golden paint,
And the sounds of death knell.
If you know of this creatures face,
Of eyes and ears and breath,
Then make a note and give me a hint,
So that I might watch my path.


The author's comments:
I wrote this poem as a kind of riddle. You have to look deep between the lines to uncover what the "creature" is :)

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jessicags GOLD said...
on Apr. 1 2012 at 12:27 pm
jessicags GOLD, San Diego, California
15 articles 8 photos 21 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten - happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another." Brenda Ueland

:-):-) 
Yep!

Unusual BRONZE said...
on Mar. 31 2012 at 4:56 pm
Unusual BRONZE, Griswold, Iowa
4 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Maturity should not be measured in someones age but in the way they act."

Is it a shadow?




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