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7 comments:
dont ask me but I like it too
Here's what I got from this one (I've really been in a poetic mood lately):
Solace Beneath the Trees
By Tiffany Briand
An almost tragic confusion -
but not quite.
Sitting on a bench
contemplating
beneath the blue velvet air.
Trees cast shadows
on the cold dry ground.
I'm a shattered silhouette
blocking the white moonlight
from folded flowers
as the nights events dance about me,
swirl around me,
and mock me;
their bright blues and reds
and startling greens
shouting at me
without making a sound.
I ignore them,
and stare at the ground,
the trees,
anything that is safe
until I push them from my mind.
It is only in this quiet loneliness
that I feel safe.
actually it's about teeth
*laughs*
but it has been assimilated through a few other lifeforms since its inception
Haha! I saw red alligator teeth and upside down clown teeth, and they were roughly my inspiration for the 'night's events'. I don't know if they were there, but I saw them.
You made the image, correct? I want to credit it to it's source - I'm considering including that poem in the creative writing portfolio that I'm putting together now for a class I'm taking. If I include the poem, I want to add in the image as imspiration, if you don't mind.
Also, I changed the poem some. Any criticism is welcome. Here's the current version:
Solace Beneath the Trees
By Tiffany Briand
An almost tragic confusion,
But not quite.
I’m sitting on a paint-chipped wooden bench
Contemplating,
In the blue silken air.
My stomach is upside down and my eyes are bathing.
Cold breath fills my lungs I breathe:
In,
Out –
In,
Out –
Trees cast shadows that reach towards me across
The cool, dry ground.
Dirt and grass, in all hues of gray
Under the lingering shadows.
I'm a shattered silhouette
Blocking the milky moonlight from folded flowers,
As the nights events dance about me,
Swirl around me,
And mock me:
Their firey reds and electric blues and shrieking greens
Shout at me,
Without
making
a sound.
I ignore them, and stare at the ground, the trees –
Anything that is safe
Until I push them from my mind
And try to be alone,
because –
It is only in this quiet loneliness,
By the trees and the air and the moonlight,
Away from the bright lights and people and bad decisions
That I may take refuge,
And find some peace.
oh hi just read this now i bet it has been months
hope you didn't fail the class with my art
yeah, i made the image
it's a painting i did that i then mushed in my computer
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