delivering a poorly wrapped package

(micah's poem)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

stretching into the heavens,

surrounded in your -- you have a glow,

undeniable.

 

godly, perhaps?

 

the deity that must remain

uncapitalized for the

sake of sanity and

unrecognized, all-knowing powers.

 

you've been pulled higher,

away from these mere mortals

in sad ruts of conformity,

up to something brilliant

with your wide open mind.

 

towering over all who

dare question your methods.

 

codes and inside jokes,

quotes and lyrics,

adorn your walls,

collages of rebellism,

 

and she fears she's changed you

irrepairably,

but you wave her off,

preferring the morph into

something deemed worthwhile.

 

whimsy guides your hands,

coats your skin,

and surrounds anything else,

your fingertips brush against.

 

a soft-spoken power

hides beneath your over-long locks.

 

 

and there are whispers,

 

but you're either heedless

or feeding off of them,

gaining sustinence from the eyes that linger.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

a more appropriote title for this would be 'ode to micah' but that would be no fun. you told me to write a poem about you and i discovered i could write novels.

Reviews

[Tarik]

beautiful word crafting and amazing, touching ideas.

[Quinn Blackburn]

What an interesting portrait you have painted here! Multi-faceted, full of dreams of both tomorrow and yesterday. I especially enjoyed the closing. well done!

[Cocoacandy]

lol nice one dear...
*cocoabean*