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Thinking of things To wish on shooting stars Remember the dreams That will never be our's Gripping the truth In the palm of my hand Starting to crumble And falling like sand Drawing the bow That catches the strings A perfect melody Of love and kings Turning the light To illuminate the dark Striking the match To send off the sparks Swimming through thoughts In an endless sea A sense of direction To where you would be Drawing the sword A blade of shining steel Made of the fairytales That will never be real Acting the part And taking the stage Writing the book And turning the page |
You are excellent with rhyme. Judging by what I have read so far, it seems to come naturally to you. I like the short lines and the staccato flow. I really think there is a lot here. The melody between thinking and doing which is constantly playing in our minds. I like how two lines of each stanza are the action and two are the thoughts; fairly consistent throughout. There are the actions such as striking a match, holding truth, drawing the sword, that are poignant and bring the thought around to dreams and thoughts and sense of direction. I tend to be a very associative person. When I take in my surroundings I absorb not only the physical details but also begin making connections. There seems to be something of that sort going on here too, maybe even unconsciously. There is also a feeling of reality versus non-reality and trying to figure out the difference. We all grow up with illusions of how life, and especially love, will be. But somewhere along the way, we need to figure out what is real and what is not. For a person with a lively and colourful imagination, almost anything is possible. But it may be neither attainable nor practical. Most girls have a sort of "Cinderella syndrome," where we want to wait for our "knight in shining armour." If that's what we're expecting, he'll never come. We need to learn how to rely on ourselves, and yes, both write the book and know when to turn the page. soul-hugger | Posted on 2010-08-07 00:00:00 | by Soul-Hugger | [ Reply to This ] | |