The call of the wild…

She bound the tulips from the park as dusk arose from her breath. Her-surrounded island was tampered with wide awake feelings all day and night. The city of love surrounds heaven from dusk till the dawn of time. As we arrived on her corner in time, she sent us the energy to love to forget all her ways around the great bend. The bend from time, a time to tell, a time to listen.

Our lives have changed without her words. Her words have changed our minds. She has taught us that there is a time to cry, a time to learn and a time to die! The mouths of the fed will forever scream in silence. Her voice will forever be embedded in to your minds eye. All the crime that occurs is nothing but magic.

Her souls of wind surround the plush buildings that lay upon the earth. Never shall they rest in peace. We can hear the hollowing sound of ghosts moving below our feet. Like shoes in a draft, a draft of time. As she removed her mask away from her face we could hear her chant about “The call of the wild”.

I am happy for the time she spent healing us…

Nice poetry.

The second paragraph is especially strong due to the rhythm you got going there, almost like how Shakespeare uses iambic pentameters.

Keep writing.

a reply to: CloneFarm1000

Thank you, she dances in time but time never dances with her.

I think you should write something! Please

a reply to: JJproductions

Not my groove but nice poetry I suppose.

a reply to: firstofAkhet

Thank you for reading, it’s about a angel who saved my life

a reply to: JJproductions


Oh, that's nice 👍

a reply to: JJproductions

A very touching dedication, JJ.

a reply to: Encia22

Thank you Encia! You are always so kind!

a reply to: firstofAkhet

You should write a story or a poem. Start off could be…Vancouver has the art of the world,

Well I don't think I can but you go. .. ✌