**** imagery.
What have the faded stars
ever done for me?
**** metaphor.
The cave that’s black
without my torch.
**** simile,
like ****** timing
and mistresses.
**** rhyming.
I’ll say to you,
just keep climbing.
**** alliteration.
I’ll illustrate irritability
inked in inevitability.
**** me, because
I love the stars
painted on the cavern walls,
mysterious midnight rendezvous,
digging my fingers into rock and dirt
like fish love to flirt with waterfalls,
but most of all I love to set
your sails atop my sea,
who pirates named,
our poetry.
May 8, 2011
May 8, 2011 at 7:33 AM UTC
**** imagery.
What have the faded stars
ever done for me?
**** metaphor.
The cave that’s black
without my torch.
**** simile,
like ****** timing
and mistresses.
**** rhyming.
I’ll say to you,
just keep climbing.
**** alliteration.
I’ll illustrate irritability
inked in inevitability.
**** me, because
I love the stars
painted on the cavern walls,
mysterious midnight rendezvous,
digging my fingers into rock and dirt
like fish love to flirt with waterfalls,
but most of all I love to set
your sails atop my sea,
who pirates named,
our poetry.
This one's for you Pretty Ricky.
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