Silver
Magical, powerful makes me feel different,
And at the same time timid and miniscule.
Like the sea in the morning right at dawn,
Or when it’s going down at dusk.
Like a nickel, dime or quarter,
Coins clinking inside my pocket.
It’s what you think of
When you think of magic.
Shooting wisps of gold,
And silver in the sky.
👁 4💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.