Cases of Glitter

Crinkled cases of glitter
On their sides, spilling over
With imagination. Color.
Can the curiosity of ages really
Dream up such casual flights
Like butterflies in mid afternoon?
Will the dew really shine
Much like the glitter of
A new eve. A new day,
From dawn to dusk. Is now
Thrust out onto our shoulders.
We bear the burden, carry it around
Until we meet a golden tiger, built
Specifically to caress our souls.
Our very beings, being cared for completely
This is unlike the tilted crashed cases
And is more easily shattered, yet just as
Beautiful. Breathless, whispers.
Coasting carefully and carelessly the same.
Life is too much like my crinkled
Cases of glitter.
 

Reviews

[Just Plain Me]

Once again, this is really well done :)
I absolutely love this poem

[frnd]

I really like this one! Glitter IS magical and so are the unexplained things of life.

[Marina]

Amaazingggg.

I loved this for a couple reasons.
1)You somehow was able to correlate life and a crinkled case of glitter.
2)The wording is fantastic. And I like the picture for it.
3)I like poems that focus on the little things in life.
Instead of talking about the vast, arabian desert. Or a beach at night under a full moon.
You're paying attention to the very little things. Which I like alot!

Fantastic.
Great write.

XxStaySweet,
Rinaaaa