WORDS OF THE LIVING
(WRITING TECHNIQUES)
Do I see a simile, shining in the silent sea?
Wishing upon a star, wishing for me
It's blonde hair brushed and deloused
Its impact has been doused
Over thousands of books
Readers given only blank looks
The light lengthening the lines
All the while giving off signs
Of loneliness
Slowing forming a golden mess
Do I see a metaphor, melting into the melodic moonshine
Like the simile, it does shine
It's companion, a lonely rhyme
It's verses consuming my time
A precious rampant, redux red-head
Impactful right till you hit the bed
It's fiery flames flowing over their slender, slanted shoulders
Bounding over boulders
Rarely used well
Same old cliches: unrequited love, happy ever after and the gonging bell
Do I see imagery, the imaginative, inventive, illusion
Present in every wonderful waking season
Sunlight shines and winters snow
All the while it continues to glow
His magical, marvellous, malevolence
The powerful prescience
Present precisely in past and present
In the gaps between the words
Describing the entire world
Circling over the page like a crowd of angered birds
The brown hair
His great mind
Their sarcastic stare
Yet they were always kind
The letters,
He always signed
Do I see symbolism, the startling, sacred stars
Stacked in the sky, a house of cards
Never falling, always shining, hidden behind the sunlight
So bright
Their beauty, quite
Spectacular
Specter in the room
Behind the pages
Freeing the letters from their crude cages
Two people, one body
Living twice, yet, known by; nobody
Do I see tone, its tempting, trapping tale
It's hold, sweet, yet strong as ale
The soft breeze, becomes a gale
The sweet scent soon turns stale
Her curious, caring company
Kept it for special occasions
Occasionally used, made the rhymes sweeter
The flaws weaker
Carefully concentrating the thoughts of the speaker
These are the friends of a poet
These people help me show it
Spreading a symbol
A great musical, complete with drums and cymbals
And by now I'm sure you know its tune
Cutting through the doom and gloom
I choose my words carefully
To help those not thinking gleefully
This message above you and me
Will it help, we shall see
You know its song, you know its beat
So come over and take a seat
Sit back and enjoy the music
Try not to lose it
Focus on the words
To the backing track of the song of birds
These are the friends of a poet
Now my friends, you should know it
Within you I see assonance, alliteration
Ultimate form of personification
A person personified
I try to your leave brains fried
Their struggles died
As
They stayed strong, they stayed alive
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