Gladiolus
"Gladiolus"
Sword lily, the flower of gladiators.
A golden stab in the heart,
too bright, too perfect, too earnest.
Arms curved gently like the keel of a ship,
warm embrace sagging like a cradle.
No far off shores though,
and no plain stretched roads.
Just a wish and love.
And maybe even home.
I have no idea if my poetry is getting worse or better, just that it has plenty of room to grow. I also know that I still have very little external control over it. >_
Sword lily, the flower of gladiators.
A golden stab in the heart,
too bright, too perfect, too earnest.
Arms curved gently like the keel of a ship,
warm embrace sagging like a cradle.
No far off shores though,
and no plain stretched roads.
Just a wish and love.
And maybe even home.
I have no idea if my poetry is getting worse or better, just that it has plenty of room to grow. I also know that I still have very little external control over it. >_