A world that spins cyclically
like a carousel,
playing music vibrantly
while silently reminding me
of childhood dreams
A world so maxed with mystery
that all the rain that fell
would be explained in history
by a deity
straining his spaghetti
A world where all the earthites
are happy with themselves,
appreciating zebra stripes
where the beauty of the night
feeds off the beauty of the light
Jacob- I really enjoyed reading your poem. The use of rhyme makes the poem flow well. I liked the part were the deity is straining his spaghetti, it made me laugh. Because it makes the reader interested and amused I think this poem is very well written. Two thumbs up :)
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