Cheetah Girl said,
Speed is the way so the past won't come around--
My feet are always gone when the dust comes down.
Bird Girl said,
Feathers are desire, imagination is the air--
My bones are made of dreams, the ground of despair.
Cheetah Girl said,
No star ever born had to prove it was a star--
The night is a cheetah with its spots made of light.
Bird Girl said,
Down all of time, all the years that were or are--
Dawns are always days, even though they start as night.
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Nice!
ReplyDelete"The night is a cheetah with it's spots made of light." I want to know how you thought of that and how you managed to type it with one arm?
ReplyDeletevery strong finish, I love that last line
ReplyDeleteOh, very very nice!
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous, through and through!
ReplyDeleteI'm with Cheetah girl. "My feet are always gone when the dust comes down." (At least that's the plan.)
ReplyDeleteDawns are always days, even though they start with night.
ReplyDeletePhenomenal imagery!
Beautiful work - again.
ReplyDeleteVery true .. just like you! xo
ReplyDeleteYou're a wonderful human being.
ReplyDeleteBRAVO! Wonderfully imaginative poem.
ReplyDeleteCongrats on yet another nomination for post of the day over at authorblog. Yes, David has good taste doesn't he? You are in good company with Daryl.
ReplyDeleteNote to Pouty Lips...
ReplyDeleteMany people type with one hand..:-)
Shay...Such brilliance swirling around that pretty little head of yours....
I love the poetic dialogue and contrasts that you create! This is fabulous! Congrats on POTD! ~Janine
ReplyDeleteWoot Woot .. congrats on the POTD mention!
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone!
ReplyDeleteCheetah Girl and Bird Girl, do you see yourselves? ;-) Cheetah, I know you did. :-)
I like the last line.
ReplyDeleteIt's be nice to be fast and be able to fly.
Beautiful imagery! Wonderful!!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing.
i'll take cheetah and bird...
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