Words

September 29, 2011
By sevandlilly BRONZE, Arlington, Virginia
sevandlilly BRONZE, Arlington, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
"The greatest pleasure in life is doing what other people say you cannot do" -Walter Bagenot


Oh, how they call to me,
Those glorious ink blots,
Those sly little beasts,
Butterflies.

Warbling like wistful bluejays,
Or like the creamy ivory moon,
Cloaked in the black velvet cloth of the heavens.

They flow,
Bubbling and laughing like a creek,
The aging willow sending ripples,
Across the glass mirror.

My reflection I see,
The honest doe’s eyes,
Slightly parted lips,
I reach out,
And our fingers almost touch.

A disturbance.

She’s gone.

Nothing but words.


The author's comments:
What better subject for a poem than the basic medium needed to write one...?

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Lexie96 GOLD said...
on Oct. 26 2011 at 4:38 pm
Lexie96 GOLD, Havana, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
Now Cinderella don't you go to sleep, it's such a bitter form of refuge, oh don't you know the kingdom's under siege, and everbody needs you. - The Killers

I like it a lot, and you are right there's no better subject for a poem! :) Love your username as well! Think you could check out my poem sometime?


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