.It's a fragile mortal wonder 10 looking patiently seduced, 11 perhaps there's a new love 3 behind the light silk door. 3Emotions just past familiar, 13 her demons calming God-- 13 Lo! behold a live death. 14Stones inside the serpent 15 fight willingly; preparing to 15 become the pearls and pain of birth. 15 Adam & Eve, Cain & Abel? mineWhere wind drawn warnings 17 are embraced in safe glory. 17Where desperate pretty chords became one enchanted evening. 18+19 Desperate despair grinds in corners, beneath the standing bed. 20+21Holding onto old feelings they believed once mattered; prayer asks what happened. 22+23 The sound of creation crashed at their feet. 23There's power warning angels, putting family before vanity. Push the reborn button 24 to be shrouded in steel. Hide the history 25 of money before they feed. 25Feeble middle fingers shall rise in anger, 26 and dance the digitized dance 26 on warm summer nights. 26Sweet red poppies pound and explode 27+me on the countryside 27 with their bursting blooms of hope. (mine)Observe the windows of boredom, 28 open the pages of an unread book. 29+meVacant apologies transforms the dignity 30 of a king into a wasteland of 30 moth and brick. The loser is the fool. me
Feb 22, 2010
Feb 22, 2010 at 7:32 PM UTC
.It's a fragile mortal wonder 10 looking patiently seduced, 11 perhaps there's a new love 3 behind the light silk door. 3Emotions just past familiar, 13 her demons calming God-- 13 Lo! behold a live death. 14Stones inside the serpent 15 fight willingly; preparing to 15 become the pearls and pain of birth. 15 Adam & Eve, Cain & Abel? mineWhere wind drawn warnings 17 are embraced in safe glory. 17Where desperate pretty chords became one enchanted evening. 18+19 Desperate despair grinds in corners, beneath the standing bed. 20+21Holding onto old feelings they believed once mattered; prayer asks what happened. 22+23 The sound of creation crashed at their feet. 23There's power warning angels, putting family before vanity. Push the reborn button 24 to be shrouded in steel. Hide the history 25 of money before they feed. 25Feeble middle fingers shall rise in anger, 26 and dance the digitized dance 26 on warm summer nights. 26Sweet red poppies pound and explode 27+me on the countryside 27 with their bursting blooms of hope. (mine)Observe the windows of boredom, 28 open the pages of an unread book. 29+meVacant apologies transforms the dignity 30 of a king into a wasteland of 30 moth and brick. The loser is the fool. me
I used the 1st 30 lines from Bathsheba's
WORD POOL from here at HP,
(*when put into a word processor)
and this is the poem I came up with.
The numbers after each line are
corespondent to the line I got
the words from.
Where it says "me", I embellished a tad.
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