The Futile Search For Sublime Similes Poem by DM W
The Futile Search For Sublime Similes
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I write for long hours
In semi darkness,
Until dreams are descending;
When my fingers are
Searching frantically
For a hint of magic.
I attempt, always in vain,
To create art
As profound as prayer,
As fragile as a bird's wing,
As fresh as the coming of Spring,
As innocent as first love.
Wednesday, December 13, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: artistic work
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5/22/2024 12:39:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
As profound as prayer, As fragile as a bird's wing, As fresh as the coming of Spring, As innocent as first love. beautiful and wonderful comparisons dear poet. thank u. tony