This is a new style and I like it. lots of alliteration and new images. It’s about everyday observations mixed in with the imagery of someone betraying my trust. Hope y’all enjoy.
I saw two girls giving each other rings,
I saw two eyes in the knots of the trees.
I saw two eyes in the knots of the trees.
The girl was a piece of amber catching the light
I saw them as changelings, exchanging their vows
As one girl was putting her sleeve to her mouth.
I saw them as changelings, exchanging their vows
As one girl was putting her sleeve to her mouth.
I saw my nature in the nature in the city
Through hazy film, the bus window’s violet
I was insulated, enshrouded, enclosing in silence.
Through hazy film, the bus window’s violet
I was insulated, enshrouded, enclosing in silence.
A smiling boy is making quickchanges of personality
I thought I knew him as a moth feather’s son, elegant when still,
But when flapping, fleeting, turned seething teeth of Mercury
I thought I knew him as a moth feather’s son, elegant when still,
But when flapping, fleeting, turned seething teeth of Mercury
I’ve heard his eyes speak lies in a bluegreen seeing sea
That turned, his hair is streaming with saltwater
And his tongues evocative of subtle reeking enmity
That turned, his hair is streaming with saltwater
And his tongues evocative of subtle reeking enmity
In fabricated forests, in a sewn-together grove
His mind’s a flurried fire, an escalated changing face
And I’m not questioning, not accepting, where he’s gone in the snow.
His mind’s a flurried fire, an escalated changing face
And I’m not questioning, not accepting, where he’s gone in the snow.
Copyright 2015 Golden Star Poetry
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