Rising to occasion, The angels seem to hear Whip out forms Of shining brass To erase the heavy feet But in you carry slow Emotion hard and freezing cold That October day I realized The earth Beneith our feet It's smell Of new beginnings... And the wind, Blowing you off course. I raised my pen to you Perhaps to pull you in Yet that boat's still blowing Way off course My land's Too far to swim to. And I can't tell that you hear me Over those trumpets so loud When you say "Let's begin class" Before flipping The boat over.
4 comments:
Rising to occasion,
The angels seem to hear
Whip out forms
Of shining brass
To erase the heavy feet
But in you carry slow
Emotion hard and freezing cold
That October day
I realized
The earth
Beneith our feet
It's smell
Of new beginnings...
And the wind,
Blowing you off course.
I raised my pen to you
Perhaps to pull you in
Yet that boat's still blowing
Way off course
My land's
Too far to swim to.
And I can't tell that you hear me
Over those trumpets so loud
When you say
"Let's begin class"
Before flipping
The boat over.
Very cool. It's simplicity is misleading; I have no clue what you're talking about, but I really got the feeling.
I'll have to to think a bit. Good to have a prompt, though.
Yay simplicity confuses people, yay! :)
Post a Comment