Monday, February 3, 2014

Shy


Dance with the cattails swaying wildly near the river’s edge,
To the rhythmic strumming of the breeze against your cheek;
Reddened by the sun’s arms.
Forget the companionship of your sister
And relish in that of the swallows;
Their graceful flight caressing every cloud in the painted sky.

 
Sing to the silence of the meadow.
Awaken the water with the screams you keep hidden in your soul.
Here, you are no longer taciturn.
Raze the tranquility upon which you stand.
Chaos is your only serenity.

6 comments:

  1. the imagery in this is amazing. i liked the line "chaos is your only serenity" you made it seem so true by depicting this peacful scene, it was really intriguing!

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  2. this is a beautiful poem it truly is I love the last line the best though because it really is oh so true

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  3. i love the imagery int his poem. its beautiful. im not sure what the moment is, but it sounds gorgeous!

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  4. Solid poem! The scene is captured well so few words. It speaks to the sometimes relaxing nature of chaos. Certainly one of the better poems I've read.

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  5. I like the imagery in this, and how well the scene can play in my mind. "Sing to the silence of the meadow. Awaken the water with the screams you keep hidden in your soul." i really like this line.

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  6. this poem was amazing i realy enjoyed reading it and the imedgre was great.

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