Sunday, September 27, 2009
You Must
You must get gripped on the sugar coating of life. You must open the dark door full of white and green smoke. You must fly up to the pretty blue pool of magic. You must carry a baggie full of shooting stars. You must hear the woosh of the gleaming sun. You must light fires in the sky creating voices up in the crackling moon. You must catch a breath of purple air and love the sweet candy of life. You must open the platapuses jaws full, wild cats meow..... sssssssss. You must fly away to heaven, up away and out.
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Golden line: a baggie full of shooting stars.
ReplyDeleteTry playing around with the line breaks in this poem and see how it changes the beat and meaning.
I love your details!
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