cynth (cynthtastic) wrote,

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Waxing poetical (???)

Sometimes these things just happen...

Who'll fly with me in my allegory?
We'll plunge from a cliff down into the deep, blue sea.

Come sing with the fairies and dance in a tree.
We'll traipse through old movies, phantasmagorically.

Who'll revel and writhe in my quaint imagery?
Come slither and slide down a metaphor with me.

Come and touch a dragon. Come and slay the sky.
We'll play together with language, just you and I.

Not a good poem. Not a deep poem. I'm not much of a poet. It's just a thing I thought of this morning and finished up this afternoon. Maybe I'll work on it again sometime.
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