Okay, a second post. Here goes: It's October and yr scary, gyrl, Yr hair's brush before the fire Tobermory's in yr eyes Its stark shores, its dark skin Yr smile's a molten wire Yr lips a bowl Where magic's been. I love yr moondipped fingers The silver on yr hands The way night folds about yr form Moulds you perfectly, The way you stand- And gaze out preternaturally Back at it again. Sylvan and lithe Yr immaterial Stars sparkle in yr bones Darkness swallows up yr heart Yr almost home- And All I wann All I wann Is to hold yr hand Before you fly
Very nice, sleek and shimmery, translucent and void... interesting contractions and of course, seasonal. Cheers.
Another solid post, kidder... I echo sylvan's comments, and the second stanza really made this one for me. And purusha, preternaturally means: Out of or being beyond the normal course of nature; differing from the natural. Surpassing the normal or usual; extraordinary. Transcending the natural or material order; supernatural.
Absolutely loved this but for me, everytime I hit a yr it takes that moment for my brain to fill in whats not there...broke the flow for me. Thats why I usually reread poems though. Deffinitely glad I came back to reread this one. Thanks~!
yeah not sure about the shortened words! but I really enjoyed in particular the first stanza so let's do that again.... "It's October and yr scary, gyrl, Yr hair's brush before the fire Tobermory's in yr eyes Its stark shores, its dark skin Yr smile's a molten wire Yr lips a bowl Where magic's been. " really cool. thanks
i agree w/ gdhmomchild...the lack of the word breaks the flow and i found my mind wandering a bit b/c i was focusing on replacing yr w/ your and lost the meaning of the rest of the words.... if that makes any sense at all......i dont really know....i think that is how i wanted to say it.