Dance of the Silver Dragon

[Rainer Fenixhart]

A little less depressing this time around

The Dance of the Silver Dragon
By: Rainer Fenixhart

I sit upon a mountain peak
So high I can see naught but clouds
But I am not alone
For here there is a Silver Dragon, who dances
Both far and near above me,
Not having a care for anything
Other than it’s airborne undulation.

It fascinates me so, watching this
Familiar enigmatic creature.
I reach out towards it, but then
It stops-staring at me in puzzlement,
Leaving me puzzled as well.
And so, now I only sit
Letting it resume it’s dance
And thus, am I left to only wonder.

[Lady Serpent]

Very interesting..

I remember reading this a while ago, but I neglected to comment for lack of time.

It creates vivid imagery.  The part where it stops confuses one slightly, because we've got the image in our minds that it's careening about, and then suddenly stops to look at you, so the mental picture shifts somewhat abruptly to an image where the dragon can simply float in one spot without moving, but considering it's a dragon and thus magical, it's not that much of a stretch.

The imagery here is the big thing.  The descriptive words you've used make it sound carefree and beautiful, and one can really picture the entire scene powerfully.

Quick grammer debauchery:  'it's' doesn't need to be apostrophied.  I have the same problem often myself, because logically, it SHOULD be apostrophied and I've long believed that english grammar is in the wrong, here, but the laws of writing still stand that "it's" can only really mean "it is", and not "belonging to it".

Neat work, mate.  Would love to read more if you come up with any.

Cheers,
-Lady Serpent

[blindsight]

That poem says something interesting.  We all create characters that are meaningful to us, that usually are partly based on how we see ourselves. 

But what would happen if we actually met our special characters?  Would there be a soul-bond?  A puzzling sense of familiarity?  Or would we walk right by each other, never knowing who the other was and what they meant to us?

I presume that was the goal of the poem, and it left me a bit melancholy.  But maybe that's becuse it's a reainy day, perfect for such emotions.

[Rainer Fenixhart]

That poem says something interesting.  We all create characters that are meaningful to us, that usually are partly based on how we see ourselves. 

But what would happen if we actually met our special characters?  Would there be a soul-bond?  A puzzling sense of familiarity?  Or would we walk right by each other, never knowing who the other was and what they meant to us?

I presume that was the goal of the poem, and it left me a bit melancholy.  But maybe that's becuse it's a reainy day, perfect for such emotions.

Actually, the "Silver Dragon" is someone else I know who I try to connect with, but whenever I do, they just seem kinda "Huh?" at the gesture XP