Silver-dipped feathers

by Poet on the Piano   Jan 22, 2011


The last time I meditated on the waters,
I saw your strong reflection, divine and
giving me the sense of your skin;
how it would ripple against the waves,
weaving between dreams and nature.

And you made my heart the moon,
celestial blues mixing in your eyes
and gently engrossing me in a world
where I need not breathe or even think.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Courageous Dreamer

    I saw your strong reflection, divine and
    and giving me the sense of your skin;
    ^You have two 'and' 's after divine.

    I suppose the only thing I'd suggest for this poem is try and get rid of some fillers, you've got a bunch of them and it's a short poem so those can easily distract a reader.

    A beautiful little thought here though, definitely gives the reader a peaceful feeling.

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