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 Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 5:20 pm
Rainbows form at his finger tips
As his mouth formed words
His hand captures the air around him
The air twists and shrivels in his heavy grip
It screams and cries in pain
Then in a split second
The air calms and changes shape
He doesn't even seem to see this happening
So he goes on with his one walled conversation with me
The air though changes again and again
He then thrusts the air back with it's brothers
But it is different now,
No it is no longer air
It is a rainbow with many colors in its folds
Some never seen by human before
But he acts as if it is nothing
I must surmise that
When world wonders happen to you everyday
It starts lacking wonder
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 5:32 pm
Ooh, that's a cool poem. I especially like the last bit about the extraordinary becoming ordinary. Very nice.
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