My mind tends to randomly come up with poems, this one happened when I was folding my laundry....
Avalanche
A cascading torrent of imagination,
A bothersome way of feeling,
Crosses from my world to yours,
From the thoughts of one,
To the eyes of another,
Willfully bring images,
Shutting out a world of worries,
And wandering through the paths of bliss.
Your good at this....
ReplyDeleteUh yeah! Invisi, I think you've found another talent!! :D :D
ReplyDeleteme likes your poems very muchly...very ironically sophisticated..
ReplyDeletey thankxew! .....what does ironically sophisticated mean.....? :S
ReplyDeletewell, the poems sound sophisticated, and you're..well..not. for the most part....
ReplyDeleteWell, that's a nice thing to say! ;) I liked it VERY much, Invisi! :D
ReplyDeletewell, I think it's a compliment! I did like it!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem.... Definition of Poetry: Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
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