which is full with an untrained resolve

the sun rises every morning. i am waiting outside your house with my bike. it is like a blue dandelion was just wished on, all the flurries are scurrying around and around my clear head. for once i am at purpose, knowing you are inside drinking your hot cocoa. i can see the steam rising off of it, smell the marshmallows that are now all melted into soup, and feel your tounge burning and reluctant to sip again.

the door opens and you step out into the warmish sunlight. for a second i falter, because you are all bundled in wool, your nose is red and a little swollen. it is really too perfect a morning to spend with you. this morning i am a part of the movement in an ocean i can barely percieve, and there i am tossesd, and here i am tumbled, so you take hold of my hand. and now i feel a little more grounded. let's go for a walk.

Reviews

[Cadence Killday]

it was really interesting but i don't think you should write it in paragraph form. if you made the lines different it would changed the rhythym and sound more like a poem, but i really do think that the language and imagery was really good. good work =]