Reminince
a syllabic poem of my own design.
Look
At me.
I have so
Many dreams to
Share. But I do not
Have anything to give
To those who have taken my
Lofty desires and snapped them.
And I shall emulate the beauty
That resides deliciously in my head.
And yet my dreams are trying to break free,
Like high-flying doves made of ether.
Razor sharp, like obsidian.
A weapon, an unmarked blade.
A gift that is just mine,
Separate from you.
That is a dream,
My idea,
Justly,
Mine.
About the Creator
Jennisea Standing Rock
I started writing because it was a good outlet for a lot of reasons. But I love writing. I love having others read my work. I love hearing feedback. Someday, I want to turn my work into a book.
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Comments (3)
Really a good work.
Love this. I really like the tone you created using the short lines.
I loved the short going to long and then reversed, as well as the message! Well done.