Category: Writers Block
If i had a spindly golden thread,
And a silver needle of wich to live by,
i would weev a magic strand,
upon wich my love and i would lie.
And to decorate the flowing cloth,
for all it's beauty there to bide,
stitched with thought and human will,
And diamond dew drops of gentle pride.
And pass it down through all the years,
to keep each loved one warm at night
,And on it's pattern for all to see,
each grain of sand and shining star of night.
hemmed with indurance, lined with soul,
yet nothing complex in its design,
seemed with lessons as yet unknown,
as testament to love and land divine.
When it is done i can rest in peace,
beneath it sshimmery guard i'll sleep,
and let its light run round the world,
For all of weary man to keep.
damn.
Loui, your something else, you know that?
I have nothing to say accept for that was excellent.
that was exilent. well done
i really wished i'd payed attention and not used the word night in the same stanza
stupid me...oh well
This line, "hemmed with indurance, lined with soul, yet nothing complex in its design, seemed with lessons as yet unknown, as testament to love and land divine," is so beautiful a comparison between that of a quilt and of life.
write more!
Fucken cool luie keep it up
well, thanks to all of you for responding. having a severe case of writers block, but i might add some more of my other stuff later.
Very eliquently written. It flows well, is analogic, and best of all, is orriginal. Keep up the good work!
I wish I could write like that ... wow the imagery.