Through the thickest of weeds that rose she did grow.
Through crystal balls and the glass of time,
In the light candles and bottles of wine.
Shadows on mountains where waters fall
And the moon rise in a cloud filled sky.
Through holes in brick walls, stars in the night
The web of the spider covers us tight.
Two creatures of the hills, a river between,
the smears of a spill the forgotten and unseen.
The words of a page, an artists dream.
| This Poem, was a definate success. I didn't studder at all and your Rhymes werent too forced or clichéd.|
I loved this line soo much
"the smears of a spill the forgotten and unseen.
The words of a page, an artists dream."
its just.. so poetic and pretty. This poem does remind me of a picture. You did an AWESOME job.
i give you an "A"
|| Posted on 2005-04-06 00:00:00 | by Maki | [ Reply to This ] || wow, though I wonder what the painting looks like, Ive an idea...funny where inspiration comes from, and when it does, sometimes, like here, its beautiful. I liked your piece, interesting to read...|
|| Posted on 2005-04-06 00:00:00 | by nwproud | [ Reply to This ] |