April 7, 2011 - 10:01pm — Kaoori
A small figure
Sits on a shelf
Once well loved
Now well loved by the dust
The days go by
The shadows dance past
The figure she watches
With eyes of glass
One day comes along
On the shelf a new one joins
But a tragic nudge happens
The figure falls, destroyed.
The pieces of the figure
Are picked up with care
So it goes, simply one day
The figure was just not there.
I love this... The
The near-rhymes are beautiful. ♥
I was expecting to not like
I was wrong!
I like the crispness of this, and the fact that you didn't say the obvious connections (because...they're obvious, you didn't need to).
Thanks, you two. Means a lot
It was just something I had in my head, a spur of the moment thing. I wanted to get it down before I'd forgotten it.
Poetry is not my thing.. but I'm glad you liked it. ^^