Fantasies
Fantasies
Shadows
dance across my page,
Twisting
from the ghosts of my
Mind.
They laugh and then they rage;
They
come to life and then they die.
O,
fantasies of living shade!
This
place where ghoulish things are made!
Branches
wave against my sheer
Gold
curtained window. Writhing wild
They
lash in wrath then shrink in fear;
They
ripple and I am beguiled.
O
mystery of wond’ring minds!
Who
in mere twigs a monster finds!
Letters
weave over the leaves
Of
my book. First soft and low
They
flow, until a whisper heaves
Their
feelings high – then how they blow!
O,
ecstasy of words so writ,
And
joy of being a poet!
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WOW! This poem is breathtaking, and it has the feel of a non-traditional poem, with the meter and rhyme of a traditional style! :D I love it.
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