Many a kind, but none like us

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Just a few poems I whipped up at 3 in the morning. Hope they aren't to terrible.

GIRLS OF GLASS

In the morning’s light

We dance

On dainty feet and

Blades of grass

Shimmering in the sun and

Dew

 

Fields of copper and Gold

Surround us as we

Parade

 

In the evening’s proceeding shadows

We collapse

We rest

We dream for

A time

 

In the Moon’s stone-cold rays

We kill

We slay the memories of dawn

And the slivers of light

We shatter our minds and

Heart as

One

 

Silver shine refracting off of our

Broken bones and petrified

Souls

 

And there we wait  

Until we will meet again

With the parting day.

 

 

NAMES

So many things

That we call our selves

What we say to each other

When we call

 

A tangle of words and

Emotions

That belongs to us

Alone

 

To pray and worship a

Thing

So unholy

And

Broken

 

Without it

We become

Nothing

It is our savior

Or identity

Our label

 A permanent tattoo

Of sorts

 

Yet just one word

How can such

Power

Be held in the hands

Of one so

Small

What’s in a name?

All of these things and

So much more.

 

 

FLOWERS

Luscious colors overflowing and

Spatters of shades

Like a fractured painting

Drifting in the

Sweet scented breeze

 

A reminder and a story

To tell

Delicate petals worth more than

Silver

If you know just where to look

 

Monuments and children of

Nature

They stand tall as solders

Brave as warriors

Soft as silk

And

Brittle as bone

Just one cruel hand and

They are gone to the

 

Wind

Everlasting

Every present

And yet so

Overlooked

Like a

Shadow

 

Build to be

Then

Fade

 

But then again

Aren’t we all?

 

 

IN THE FIRST DECEMBER WIND

As whisper in the first

Moments of birth

Just a murmur and a

Wisp

 

Then a roar

Within

Seconds of the first

There is

Snow

 

Small flecks of the

Moon

Falling to the earth from the

Heavens above

Soft and smooth as

Silk

 

As you stand

The small grains coat your

Lashes

Stinging your face as they

Melt

 

Taste the

Cold

And feel it

Spread

Down your body

To the tips of your

toes

 

Trudge trough the mountains of

Snow

And call to the

First winds of December

As they fall with the snow

Around you.

 

THE HAPPIEST BLAZE

 

He was

Born

Just like you and me

As curling ball of warmth

In a

Hearth

Called from the hearth

By its only master

 

He grew in size

From a pea to a

Peach

To a watermelon

Then he was

No longer a

Spark but a

Fire

 

He was a proud

Beast

Hungry as a snake

And twice as

Cunning

His eyes a deep blue and his skin

An orange tinted hue

 

He would sit in his cradle and

Long

For the world beyond

He had seen

Hints of the glorious

Wood furnishings and

Paper garlands

My!

He thought

What a feast it would be!

 

Soon it was time

For him to take his first

Steps

At first

He was hesitant

Scared of the cold and

Darkness

But he soon became more

Confident

 

He started running through out the

Halls

Gobbling down

The stashes of food left just for

Him

 

By the time he reached the foyer

He was ten times the

Size

He had been before and

He was still

Growing

 

How happy he was when he joined the

Outside world

The grin on his face was

One of pure

Exhilaration

 

He was seemingly

Unaware of the

People

however

 

He didn’t mean to

But they were just so

Small

To him they were just

A tasty little

Snack

 

He was so busy devouring the

World outside

That he

Ran right through them

Eating their burning carcasses as he

went

 

How lovely it was

he thought to himself once more as he

settled back down

in his hearth

The world was so much quieter and

Delicious than it had seemed at

First glance

 

 

Happy holidays everyone

Deepest regards,

Rain Pette?????


Submitted: December 01, 2020

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Rain Pette

Hello my dearest readers! Happy holidays! I hope everyone is doing well and all that. I just wanted to give a shout out to the new author RobinRose. Their book is currently called 'The Violinist', and if you enjoy my books, short stories and poems, please feel free to check it out!

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