Sharp shafts of autumn wind drifted across the empty pavement Picking up trails of amber and orange leaves, light as pixies I stood by the corner, an intruder upon a hidden world And felt That the linguistic coldness had ceased my heart And turned it to the ethereal wisps of autumn wind.
Special dedication: To my grandpa, whom placed joy and love in my childhood. I love you.
Clockwork angel
I remember your smile Crinkled around the edges As you pushed me up Towards the azure, cloudless sky In that moment of joy You were my angel
I remember your hands Sinewy with the march of time But you were able to Fashion the most delicate paper star, In hues of indigo, violet and rose And as the star dangled above my eyes You were my Sirius
I remember your eyes A rich, dark chocolate brown That chuckled and smiled As I toddled towards you Mumbling words of candies and toys Eyes that twinkled in delight As I fell into your waiting arms
And though now, you cannot push my high up into the star Nor fold paper stars and trinkets Though I will lose you to that inevitable abyss With each tick and tock
You will always be my Clockwork angel Ingraining your love in my heart With each tick and tock
Laure - linguistic pasta intrigues me so much, I want to write a poem revolving around what that could mean o.o Do you take/are interested in linguistics, because I totes am as well! We should totes chat it up one day.
Threads - I love your word choices, supple, irises - very nice to the tongue! Linguistic- ooo, there's definitely some nice crisp imagery in this one. Clockwork - This one is my favorite <3 It is very genuine/sincere and I can feel the emotions
Your rabbit poem has a strange whimsy to it, but...
I fell out of a window and crushed on my arm.' Said another, as they proudly gestured to the centipede on their wrist.
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