The Poets
Is a peek all we get of the Beginning...
Is that 'away-time' kept...beguiled
In the Hills of Changlings...
I will foster this child...
The Neverling...in the Now of Prescience.
This peek of Tarns, Barrows, Wights
That fought ancient gods into being...
Tantalizing feast for new children
Born ever as Changlings, all...
Be the sunrise that begets fostering of
Beauty, to see Elves in the Clearing...
Bright, shimmering Light flowing into
Souls of Poets...all.
2007-12-14 02:55:34 · 6 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Poetry
This little bit of alliteration is a gem. You tell us about each other in another new way. You walk so softly. Odd, having such a broad stride.
TD
'I see Elvis in the clearing'? Oh...she said 'Elves'...Where's my glasses?
2007-12-14 14:05:39 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
No doubt in my mind. You're a Changling. And a very crafty one at that. Write on! Great to read stuff like this. That is all.
2007-12-14 11:03:33 · answer #2 · answered by leesa 4 · 2⤊ 1⤋
Scrumptious.
2007-12-14 12:39:22 · answer #3 · answered by Just Tink 6 · 2⤊ 0⤋
This is quite beautiful. Such captivating images, otherworldly, enchanting. You have such a way with words, beloved words. Thank you once again.
2007-12-14 11:21:40 · answer #4 · answered by Anonymous · 2⤊ 1⤋
It all depends on the versatility of the poet and her/his ability to expand their horizons and not get stuck in one mode of thought and expression.
2007-12-14 19:29:44 · answer #5 · answered by lynnemarton13 2 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Such beautiful enchanting words.
2007-12-14 18:29:25 · answer #6 · answered by glamour04111 7 · 2⤊ 0⤋