Untitled By Damaya Tree’s turning to snakes Coiling themselves around the sun Squeezing out its magical rays Making the sun drop its fire Onto a lake of shining water Turning the lake into a glistening fire bowl A fire bowl of emotions The fire bowl turning into a circle of water The circle spinning faster and faster Turning into a purple cloud The cloud transforming into a tasteless drink A drink sweet but strong A drink the color of mortals blood A drink that sends you motionless Your thoughts are racing Your eyes are flickering Your temperature flowing between cold and hot Until Nothing Your motionless Your mind is mindless You sink into nothingness
It's a nice example of shape poetry. Love that concrete tree! I like the first part but once you get into creating a drink you lose me. I guess I'm not mystical enough.
