I peered through the lost window once
And I saw everything, true and beautiful
Greenest of green waves of plains bore goldest of gold lions
Perfection was everything, the frame contained the good sea, but pigs were flyin'
I saw the window coming, child-like and true delight across her face
One foot and hand anchored her to the carriage, the others dangled and rode wind
Her dress and hair tamed the current, the youthful, righteous anticipation
Their fingertips stretched hopelessly for each other, as if to mock The Creation
But two human-sized eyes wedged him in place, paralyzed, as she passed by into forever
The upside-down turned frown, the laughter despair
Loco were my motives, I should have known better

16 November, 2007

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oooh, nice.

and i love this line:
Greenest of green waves of plains bore goldest of gold lions

Thank you! I put a lot of thought into this. Thanks for reading.

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your imagery is usually great. you seem to write often. i hardly ever do. once in a while i'll just get an idea, and i wont stop untill its written. i dont like to stop, because i fear that i'll lose the whole feel for the idea i had.

do you mean writing just in general? because that is the first poem I've ever posted here, haha.

I know what you mean. I have a journal/writing log on my computer at home that I just write in after concerts or cool shit that happened that day or just anything really (so it's not a daily thing) and I usually like to write as much as I can and as descriptive and thorough as I can so that I can read it months later and have the memories be fresh.

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haha, i had you confused with someone else. that would also explain the "your imagery is usually great"

...in that case, good first poem