Watching mermaids exploring the sea,
Arias sung in jubilee,
The summer’s leaves final farewell
Before their journey into hell.
The moon’s frail light dancing among mist,
Burning sand falling from your fist,
Sleepy caterpillars upside down,
Taking shape to blue from brown
A stream’s cool flow between your toes,
Dandelion’s fuzz kissing your nose,
Flying a kite in the cloudless sky,
While watching an airplane skitter by.
The smell of a rose’s first bloom
The sight of late day’s sun in a room
‘What is this?’ You may suppose,
All these things Psithury compose.
A/N So, this isn't a riddle but it's still a poem so i thought i may add it. Just a little info: psithurism is the sound of wind blowing through trees. We had to write a peom about a color in english class and i created my own based off of that word. Also, i have been working on another poem for a while now and it should be up in the next month or so, m'kay? It isn't really a riddle, just a big metaphor, just a head's up.
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Riddles of The Mind
PoetryThese are a series of poems I've written for a class I took. I figured I would share them here to get feedback but also for your enjoyment. Happy reading!
