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14. Metal Mettle
I was born with a silver tongue, Copper eyes and a gold heart. A grain of salt in my head and skin of obsidian. The silver has tarnished, But it stays slick with lies told , And untold. And retold. My lips seem bruised and discolored, poisoned by the silver within. The copper has oxidized, Turning blues and greens under the force of the salt water of my tears. And all the strife they have seen. The golden heart starts soft and pure Shining in the sunlight. But it is soft. Malleable All too soon it is dented. And pieces taken. It is better known as Fool's Gold, When it glints in the light to attract another. The grain of salt becomes a pearl that is my brain. Over time it shall mold Rolled within my cavity, an irritant until it is beholden as some fantastic beauty of nature. My skin is obsidian. Beautiful and Smooth Shattering off with any amount of force, Sharply cutting to those that try to touch me wrong. I am a treasure trove, Of precious metals and beautiful things. I may
Poetry is word jam. Boil down the natural sweetness of words And add the sugar of imagery, alliteration, assonance, allusion, figure of speech, meter, and rhyme to taste.
read when you feel drained
There will be days when your thoughts overflow, teeming like hot tea in the kettle of your mind and you may feel steeped like a tea bag, as everyone extracts what you have to offer, and you're s l o w l y becoming drained but just remember when you're put in hot water: you have the strength to change it into something greater.
the sky has grown caliginous- the moon is out of sight the stars are tucked in the cosmos' blanket- enigmas of the night and as I roam through the universe, I seek safety forevermore a crinkle-eyed smile pierces the darkness- I'm so glad that it's yours.
Moss green fence slats lay decaying in the backyard, half dried from recent rain. The squirrels rustle across dead leaves, fleeing barking dogs and near-silent cats prowling for a quick meal. Pollen saturates the air; mushrooms grow in the shade of fallen branches as the fuzz of lichen creeps over a trunk felled in favor of a wooden fence.
1. i have flown around the world and you - you remind me of home aunties, uncles, cousins teta and jiddo men and women brown from dry heat and desert sun but then there are waves crashing against sandy seashores and there are palm trees ripe with falling fruit fresh at the market and there are men fishing at the phoenician wall it's give and take and like this land you are never selfish 2. i have flown around the world and you - you remind me of all that i miss so i'll tell you you're beautiful when this sense of discord is poured down my throat and dissonance shows up like an eclipse but you can still find me in the dark and y