within the hearts of all
there lay lions
they slumber in wait,
in hibernation,
biding their time;
they wait for spring,
to burst into bloom.
Big surprise! No title. This poem feels a little disjointed because it wasn't really an 'artistic' creation; I wrote it as a way of trying out an idea I got from reading The Talisman, something along the lines of associating the connotations of two normally unrelated nouns with each other. (Ex. the mane of a lion to a flower's blossom blooming.)
there lay lions
they slumber in wait,
in hibernation,
biding their time;
they wait for spring,
to burst into bloom.
Big surprise! No title. This poem feels a little disjointed because it wasn't really an 'artistic' creation; I wrote it as a way of trying out an idea I got from reading The Talisman, something along the lines of associating the connotations of two normally unrelated nouns with each other. (Ex. the mane of a lion to a flower's blossom blooming.)