(this is a quick short i wrote today)
they will gather on the frozen precipice,
soft pearl birds, quite and swift.
i will watch only one,
as the orange star dips under the atlantic.
she will always wait for me, vermilion feathers.
the cherry crane...
i will gather courage and run.
i will run across the gelid ground.
i will rise into the blue open oxygen,
small arms around the scarlet crane.
we will leave behind the colours of hell,
and fly without purpose.
we will be nautical, one mile above the sea.
i will be the child of dying stars.
our eyes bright filaments above the beating wings
post meridian will glow to the east,
the worlds complexity now a gossamer thought,
with courage we will aviate,
we will see things,
and
never see them again
and tears will stream from her golden eyes,
because i will trust her.
the cherry crane
posted by drew carlascio
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3 comments:
dang, for a quick poem, it has some incredible lines. I think my favorite will be "i will rise into the blue open oxygen,
small arms around the scarlet crane.
we will leave behind the colours of hell,
and fly without purpose."
you and your colors... its a great skill to have
im obsessed with color! and stars, for some reason, i dont know. haha
obsessed with stars huh? maybe you should read the voyage of the dawn treader.
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