Gibberish of a Golden Egg

by Maple Tree   May 26, 2012


Silently I perish
in scorching demise of a
squeamish lizard-

The lowest of breaths
shall be filtered among
a garden of shameful bluebells.

I worshiped the balmy breeze
for you- as if the sun set
upon your moonlit kiss....

Dazed am I to beseech thee,
oh reckless demon of the night....

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  • 11 years ago

    by Lioness

    At first when I read the title of your poem I thought you had written something about Harry Potter and that egg which he had to listen to under water.

    The poem itself is awesome. I love the words and the flow! I'm in awe!

    Awesome write

    x

  • 11 years ago

    by nouriguess

    I am too sorry that I can't leave a damn detailed comment. I seriously have no time (nor much of credit haha) that is why I am going to be totally dork and try to express my 'wow' in brief (hopefully!)

    I LOVE this for its style. You began it with such a way, such a wording, such a title too! I didn't expect to be THAT blown away in the end!

    I seriously enjoyed this, Andrea. Of course, nominated on Monday.
    Now wish me tons of luck because I have finals. About 36456318 etc books and I ain't ready!

    Love you, baby.

  • 11 years ago

    by 3 track demo

    Holy crap in a bucket of wet cement...how short, effective and moving...damn girl..i've been away too damn long...nearly flawless..damn, damn, damn, is the best i got for ya!
    johnny

  • 11 years ago

    by Ms Happiness

    Perfectly wrotten, I also love how it flows:)

  • 11 years ago

    by Edward D Zurovec

    What a cache of words you have here, I'm
    in awe of your prowess as a Poetess. I've
    enjoyed every line, but the second stanza
    reminds me of myself 20-25 years ago---

    Being, filtered among a garden of
    shameful bluebells

    Wonderful writing, just wonderful.
    Peace and Blessings