Fire is glass
- encircling the calm mystique-
Reflection enhancing
casting shadows of th'above's unique.
The dimmonds glimmer -
vivid from beneath.
Light eclipsed -
yields a dazzling, muddled wreath.
Depth is unknown,
as the wind stirs the still
- amiable ripples intrigue;
the dusky colors fulfill.
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Ambiguity, I still have seen neither the dusk nor the twilight.
Ambiguity, I still have seen neither the dusk nor the twilight.
ai dear lad, but this is what me saw one eve during the twilight.
oh fine, i'll write a better one, a thought provoking one. i'll make y'all happy.
I wasn't disagreeing with you, I am still trying to figure it out to be honest, I don't do well with this type of poetry. I was just adding my comments about what I thought it was about as of now.
ha ha. well, i should add that i was on the dike by the ferry terminal, looking westwardly at the ocean.
I really like this site. How come you guys have sudden flurrys of posting, then nothing.
Well, writers and thinkers tend to be...moody. They are known for being the artsy type who suffer from modd disorders and exhibit periods of high productivity, then periods of barely nothing. And, as for everyone here, tis probably a combination of that as well as piecing things together until they sound just right - that the reader will walk away with what is attempted to be conveyed. And then there's school papers and work and nothingness to occupy time. mmmm....colors are weird, and it's sunny! oh so very sunny! joy! no more depression.
*mood
...not modd. i do k-no how to spell. promise.
I think that I would be more inclined to persist in writing if I recieved more feedback, as of now, I feel as if no one is reading anything, so I have little motivation to continue writing. I want to know if people understand or even care about my thoughts.
I really like your poems, Helianthus. Powerful imagery. An and interesting understanding.
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