Happiness

A poem which depicts a scene from a fictional story that I have not yet penned.

She sways there smiling,

jubilantly radiating,

depicting true divinity.

 

Drops of lustrous paint,

shaded by tints of red,

stain her bleached garments.

 

A thin sheet of metal

dances along her fingers

in truly hypnotizing rhythms.

 

"Care to sing,

a soothing lullaby,

for the dead?"

Author's Note

My first poem posted up on this site. I look forward to what you have to say. And thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Idiotekque]

It's short but sweet. I enjoyed your choice of vocabulary. My only warning would be to be careful with your word choice. Sometimes when you put a lot of emphasis on using interesting terms, they detract and outshine the material itself. When you've got "jubilantly, radiating, depicting, divinity, lustrous" all so close to each other, the poem can become crowded, overly flowery, distracting from the message behind the words.

Still, I liked it. Looking forward to seeing more from you.