"Look at me, mortal, now while I seem real--
Clothed in moss green human wear
My emerald tail morphed into twin flesh poles
And feet that cuddle your grainy sunlit sand.
I flaunt my detached shyness
Under the guard of your open blue sky.
Earthly being, touch me if you wish
Before the waves carry me away
And you will never know if I ever was...
Or maybe, I am just a flimsy defiance
Of your well taught methodical mind:
seed--birth--growth--end.
Or why not--
I could be the trail of one of your childhood's fairy tales,
Sleeping Beauty, perhaps,
waking up this time at the kiss of the tides--
Or I could be an illusion, the sun, perhaps,
Aligning with a veiled corner of your Earth.
But the more you analyze it, mortal,
The less enthralled you will be.
You see, the spell will soon fade,
the sunset will shatter the illusion of my being--
And you will never know If I ever was.
"Touch me, human. Now, while I seem real."
"
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a free verse poem. This is a method of writing poetry, which does not essentially follow any structure or style. There is no fixed meter and no structure regarding rhyme and lines in each stanza.
Examples of Free Verse can be found in the writing of Walt Whitman.
"Song of Myself"
excerpt from the poem by Walt Whitman
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loaf and invite my soul,
I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. |
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