Josh Alfred

Bronze Star - 2,638 Points (02/27/89)

Still Becoming - Poem by Josh Alfred

Like a snail which slithers
On its slimy stomach
I snuggle with the sand.

Shedding skin like a snake,
Slipping into my shape.

Saying silly sayings,
Stuck up in the skies.

Staring from another star.
While sitting on my sofa.

Sentiments sailing on a ship,
Sensation struck suddenly.
Sent somewhere, no sanity,

Sighs and silence.
Whispers and sounds.
Shadows of poetry
Seeing signs of symmetry.

Topic(s) of this poem: alliteration

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 2, 2015

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