Preprise Posted June 8, 2009 Report Posted June 8, 2009 I fall and rise with the motions of your hand For you are the queen of this desert land. When I thirst, you drain the cactus fruit And I drink the cure of pure repute. Then in a vision, I hold the dunes in my hand And I suck the jewels of the cool silk sand.
Katzaniel Posted June 9, 2009 Report Posted June 9, 2009 I don't usually understand your poems, but you are a master of making words flow. And English isn't an easy language to do that in.
Preprise Posted June 9, 2009 Author Report Posted June 9, 2009 That's very nice of you to say but I'm just emulating the genius of Dr. Seuss.
Katzaniel Posted June 9, 2009 Report Posted June 9, 2009 Just because you didn't think of it first doesn't mean it's not something you do well.
baxter85 Posted June 16, 2009 Report Posted June 16, 2009 Great choice of words and wonderful flow. The last line was by far the best for me. I liked the description of silk sand.
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