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A nervous footstep: a blur of a peasant child
marks the ground, the morning mild
with wintry scents, his blush-red face
rippled in a pond of liquid lace.
In his hand, the wrong one,
something he showed none,
an object, no larger than a toe,
an article that could grow
larger than a desert, and vaster still,
(I ponder, vaster than any chill?)
Across mountains and oceans blue,
beyond countries we consider new,
Yet there it was, in his wrong hand;
fine as satin, smaller than sand,
lovely like honey, and rare like jade,
something worth more than any passing grade.
His gait was jittery, the youngster (not the something)
he was nervous, the poor thing;
he trotted along,
raindrops his song,
his left hand was weighty
and he breathed as if eighty,
(I might be wrong and I might be a fool,
but I believe this boy has lost his cool!)
But he continued forward,
(and I ask myself, toward?)
Through a field of laughter and glee,
where adultery,(being an adult) is silly,
and being a child (just a child, silly) is pure!
Through the masses, he follows his lure:
A girl of the age of ten,
(a Rachel type, not a Susan or a Jen)
playing sweetly beneath some mistletoe.
He’ll give something that can grow,
a thing vast yet small,
rarer than a diamond, rarer than all;
something that is in his wrong hand,
fine like satin, yet oddly, like sand,
a riddle, one of a kind:
when his hand opens, all is blind,
the world becomes a hush of snow
and all moments freeze and slow,
and the object, you may guess,
it is something, and nothing less!

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The following comments are for "His Gift"
by Siah

His Gift
some compelling language and imagery here, some nicely turned rhymes too, and I think it’s that which keeps me hooked, rather than the poem’s riddle... for me this is a piece where the content far outweighs and upstages the subject… and that’s not necessarily a bad thing, not at all…

enjoyed this and will return. Good to read something from you again.

By the by, you might want to bring your rhyming skills along to the party (thread) you’d be most welcome… but be warned, it gets roudy!

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: May 9, 2007 )

you really made use of your imagery in your writing of this peom
interesting style to with the "()" parts, for closer unserstanding...really like your work


( Posted by: heartbreakersbeware [Member] On: May 9, 2007 )

His Gift
Shannon, always a pleasure to recieve a comment from you. And I will take you up on that offer.
In this piece I tried to entertain the reader while presenting a riddle of sorts.
And Heartbreaker, thanks for the comment!

( Posted by: Siah [Member] On: May 10, 2007 )

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