For You

 

                        

 

 

Hands dance on the death of ivory 

The eyes glare for desire

 

Feet pirouette through fields of memories

As the lips create fire

 

Now the flames have conquered the sky

Ashes are falling too

 

It touches the feather of every eaglet

Beautiful beasts will grow from you

 

It dances and pirouettes through fields of memories, 

What elegant wings it grew

 

 it’s time for the bird to leave the nest, 

Now it’s coming for you

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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allets's picture

A Conflagration Of Energy

 

Such fire can ignite the world with magic and creativity. "pirouettes" an excellent vocabulary choice. More than a dance. 

 


 

 

Jesster's picture

Yup.

Enjoyed this much. Love your screen name too. Especially when read with the poem title. 


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DaddyO's picture

Wow this almost seems to be a prequel to ...

...one of my favorite bluegrass tunes called "What Are Those Things (With Big Black Wings)?"

 

Fave version performed by Roger Miller.  Check it out.

 

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