5 MInutes - No Editing

It is what the title said--I was sitting around a table with friends--and I have resisted the urge to play with it--it is what it is

Tempest turns within the eye

And marks those who move with it

Mark them by the turn of silvered key

And make them tremble in the wake of time

 

Circle the timbre of the rings of trees

O dryad of my soul

And wing through the shimmer

Of the language of trees

 

Hark my heart

And hearten silver tear

To ring around

The heat of my heart

Copyright/All Rights Reserved Audrey Howitt 2011

Author's Note

playing

Reviews

[Aidz]

hehe if you only knew how quickly I write mine... best way sometimes ;) Oh kewl write

[EMMIE]

YES INDEED! LOL VERY CUTE. IF YOU WERE PLAYING THEN YOU MUSTVE BEEN PLAYING A DAMN GOOD GAME. GREAT VOCAB! YOU HAVE A WAY WITH THOSE WORDS. GREAT WRITE

Pure, and warm. A wonderful poem. Compliments! x

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you see sometimes things are best left as nature intended..straight from the poets hearts - uninterrupted..