Digging a Poem

February 22, 2011
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A poem is a cave.
Searching for the treasures,
That lies inside this cave.
Sometimes deep, sometimes shallow.

As you walk through the cave,
You notice a little puddle.
You see an image of yourself,
Look through the holes on top of the puddle,
You see animals of the sky.
The world and you.

A poem is a dream,
Do not control your dreams,
Let it flow through you.
Become one with the dream,
Be the dream.






Don’t think while flying through the blue sky,
Feel the wispy cold clouds drifting,
Feel the powerful eagles fluttering,
Feel the butterflies dancing in the distance.

A poem is a wind,
Each blow unique.
Different amount of power,
hitting the tree to make it swing.

Each swing a different feel.
One swing that pushed the tree with hate,
One swing that tickled the tree with affection,
One swing that drizzled on the tree with misery.





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WL24 said...
Mar. 9, 2011 at 6:46 pm
A little too direct at times, but good job
 
shennat replied...
Mar. 9, 2011 at 6:51 pm
Thank you for your thoughts, and I'll work on not being too direct at times. Thanks
 
AliceInWonderland said...
Mar. 9, 2011 at 6:35 pm
I like the poem. It's very.....deep. 
 
shennat replied...
Mar. 9, 2011 at 6:42 pm
thank you for commenting on here! Alice In Wonderland :)
 
pacman81 said...
Mar. 9, 2011 at 6:31 pm
Very good poem. nice repetition!
 
shennat replied...
Mar. 9, 2011 at 6:34 pm
thank you for commenting on here! Thank you Pacman 81
 
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