This World of Mine

May 22, 2012
My world is full of fantastical things
That only I can see.
In tree’s leaves I see the face of an owl.
In the grass of pasture I see an eye staring back at me
And wait for it to blink.
In the babbling brook I see leaping sun sprites
Dancing upon the waters’ surface.
In the flowers I see a sitting elf seated on the
Petal Stool.
In the toadstools of the forest
I see the fairies playing their drums to the beat of their hearts.
In the beams of sunlight that have filtered through the trees
I see a sleeping Phoenix with feathers of flame.

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LovelyDuckling said...
May 25, 2012 at 1:49 pm
very good use of imagery:) mind checking out my poem 'those things that never were'?
Madi-2-Write replied...
Jul. 22, 2012 at 12:31 pm
Checked it out, very good. Reminds me of some of the stuff I read in my Lit class with a little bit of Poe's tastes mixed in.
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