The curve of a line of words
may sway like a tender current.
Yet some lay low and rough
like hollow mollusks.
Each round word,
a hand plucked pearl.
The curve of a line of words
may sway like a tender current.
Yet some lay low and rough
like hollow mollusks.
Each round word,
a hand plucked pearl.
This has a very lovely feel about it, Celeste, and brought clear images to my mind. I very much enjoyed it, thank you.![]()
Thank you so much, Cindy! Glad that you like it!
Celeste, with an economy of words, you've managed to create two fine similies without them overtaking the poem. I absolutely love the ending. A brilliant one! Laurie
Each round word,
a hand plucked pearl.
"Blessed are the cracked, for they shall let in the light" Groucho Marxhttp://www.punksoulpoet.com/2011/04/inspired-by-the-artist-andrea-wch/#top"Emalyne"
http://www.motleypress.artandsole.org.uk/Issue1opt.PDF
"No Forgiveness for the Chrysalis"
Thank you for your kind words, Laurie! They mean a lot to me. I really respect both yours and Cindy's opinion.
In addition to Gumby and SilverMoon's comments, I'd just like to applaud how well the whole piece rolls off one's tongue. Also, "hollow mollusks" I'm sure will be echoing in my head for the next week. Fantastic.
Make no life, but write this.
Oh, goodie! I'm glad that you like this little one, ODaly. I have to admit that I love getting attention from such talented wordsmiths.
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