Embers to the darkened sky,
see them lift on paper wings;
flutter, glowing butterflies,
fairy lights, glorious things!
Carried on the slightest breeze,
sound of sparkles, crackle-ing.
Is it magic? Do they fly
away to other darkened skies?
...Or do they, as all embers must,
fade back down
--as common dust?















Comments
the rhythm is pretty much amazing.
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Two-headed boy, she is all you could need
She will feed you tomatos and radio wires
And retire to sheets safe and clean
But don't hate her when she gets up to leave
Credit to Shel Silverstein, I had his style in my head, he makes slant rhyming seem effortless.
Children's poems are always better...
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"Everything in this room is edible. Even I am edible! But that my children is frowned upon in most societies" - Willy Wonka
Suicide of the fridge magnet - "Argh! I can't take it anymore! I feel so restless! I hate being stuck in one place for too long!
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Words are such inadequate vessels for thought.
~Ashmadai
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Words are such inadequate vessels for thought.
~Ashmadai
--
Words are such inadequate vessels for thought.
~Ashmadai
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