Free verse № 138878
Happy 40th Anniversary
Of what fabric are wishes made?
I've sneered a thousand times
while candles burn and lips blow smoke
birthdays and anniversaries pass
the pacts we make to start a thing
for better or worse
til death brings an end
forty nights in the wilderness
forty years married
then when youâve come so far
and the worst and death refrain
isnât it good to say
weâve come a long way
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The sound of infinity is the wind.
The sound of a shadow is a horn.
The sound of silence is total quiet or extreme loudness.
The sound of winter snow is a soft wind blowing.
The taste of happiness is no sins inside of you.
The taste of a promise is a piece of cooked steak that holds the inside parts together.
The taste of candlelight is jalapeno peppers.
The taste of twilight is toothpaste.
The texture of sadness is smooth tears coming out of your eyes.
The texture of memories can be rough or smooth.
The texture of fear is bumpy.
The structure of comfort is built with pillows.
The structure of loneliness is an empty shell.
The vision of warmth is sunlight.
The fabric of wishes is soft and cuddly.
The flavor of laughter is sweet and bold.
The musical chord of a mistake is "Bummm, bum, bum, bum.".
The colors of caring are blue, yellow, orange, red, pink and purple.
The weight of commitment can be either light or heavy.
The apparel of fog is a sweatshirt.
The cost of an emotion can be happiness.
From http://www.gesu.com/Classrooms/ZOOM/abc_
We still don't know what wishes are made from but it's soft and cuddly.
It can't be ascertained why you sneer so much.
To start a thing is vague and quite clunky.
The middle of the poem is unarresting.
Death refrain is an interesting use of language.
Good to say we've come a long way is a decent idea.
I just think the poem needs more meat in the place of the cliches of wilderness, anniveraries pass etc.
Marry, work, birth, work, birth, retire, throw a party.
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