Specialsauce
05-23-2008, 05:54 PM
a little bit of backstory:
The inspiration to write does not come to me often, but when it does it hits me like a ton of bricks. I think that is the reason this one scares the crap out of me... the subject matter isn't something i even really want to think about, let alone write down in poetic verse, but here it is, for what it's worth. Angelesque. (please read as a poem)
Divine on a bed of angel-white
Fair skin and hair so fine
Drift away, angel-like
Eyes transfixed on starry skies
The trees don't speak of what they've seen
No-one else has heard the scream
The grass returns from red to green
And you, forever so serene
Drift away, angel-like
Eyes transfixed on starry skies
You won't tell, nor will I
Just us two know the reason why
I leave the shore and don't look back
The peaceful lake, the water flat
Angelesque in angel-white
Fair skin and hair so fine
Drifting under soft moon-light
Eyes transfixed on starry skies
Who knows, maybe it sucks. Please critique.
The inspiration to write does not come to me often, but when it does it hits me like a ton of bricks. I think that is the reason this one scares the crap out of me... the subject matter isn't something i even really want to think about, let alone write down in poetic verse, but here it is, for what it's worth. Angelesque. (please read as a poem)
Divine on a bed of angel-white
Fair skin and hair so fine
Drift away, angel-like
Eyes transfixed on starry skies
The trees don't speak of what they've seen
No-one else has heard the scream
The grass returns from red to green
And you, forever so serene
Drift away, angel-like
Eyes transfixed on starry skies
You won't tell, nor will I
Just us two know the reason why
I leave the shore and don't look back
The peaceful lake, the water flat
Angelesque in angel-white
Fair skin and hair so fine
Drifting under soft moon-light
Eyes transfixed on starry skies
Who knows, maybe it sucks. Please critique.