XxDaceyxX of No Destination

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A new form of poetry I tried, in admiration to William Shakespeare's Sonnets. In all fairness, another English assignment, one I was dreading, but now am delited to turn in.

Submitted: May 24, 2009

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The whirligig swinging through the breeze.

Changing stance, just like the seasons.

Her body rustles with the leaves.

While no one knows her reasons.

 

From a far, she's a pretty sight,

But when you're within her range.

It doesn't take a mind so bright,

To tell, she's rather strange.

 

The cracks and knots in the tired pines,

Tell an old, incisive tale.

The music within the wind's wime,

Speaks volumes, when words would fail.

 

It won't be long until you see,

The whirligig bears uncertainty.


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