[untitled]

Still adding words that I know don�t fit. Oh well.

 

Slender blades make fleeing waves,

Tormented by autumns gust,

neither warm nor cool.

Tiny foot falls on stilts, rushing off

with molten shadows and swirls of dust.

Until they all fall flat,

soppy, steeped away like tea,

more frail more pale than before,

faded sweetness and choice palatability.  

Reviews

[Shadows of Sight]

This was awesome! I could feel the wind pushing the blades of grass, and caring along it the sticks of last years hay, tumbling end over end till the finally fall flat and fade in the sunshine!

I loved how you came up with such a string of thoughts out of words that wouldn't normally be seen together!

Great Write! :)

[vanishing]

Why is it, some of the best poems ever
are untitled-your words reflect pure
poetry in imagery and emotion
Thanks for taking me away for the moment
Feels like I'm in another country
discovering new wonders
Im till there-Thanks!

[Sam Freeland]

Thank you for appreciating my concern about need....your words imitate
the limits of our earthly existence and remind us to enjoy what we have
while still here and not glory in our ego...you always make me think
better thoughts, thank you again, friend, sam

[Emily B]

Words. I like words. And they seem to be made for one another.

[Caitbabie008]

Nice write very well done! :)