Dress Me up in Words (Feedback, pretty please with a cherry on top?)
Find me a gown topped with the crooked tree’s lullabies
Put in me satin from the most divine dreams of the skies,
Sew on sapphire roses and dreamy dark nights,
Use the finest green hills and the rolling black tides,
Bring me the robin-egg ribbon from far-off lands,
A bouquet of sea stars from the coast’s soft sands.
Thread the starlight into your machine, dear tailor sir,
Create tiers made of fables, and dress me up in words.
Finish with a touch of poetry, a dash of alliteration and rhyme,
Garnish the tops with all that jargon of mine,
Lace made of similes, like crystals grown from metaphors,
Archaism makes for dresses that I undyingly adore.
Measure me in iambic parameters and tempos, rhythms and rhymes,
Use a rhapsody of gold, decorative connotations and styles,
Dress me up in the sounds of plucking a string with a tease,
Of the piano’s shrill laugher when you tickle her keys.
Only the best diction for my night dress, dear mister tailor,
Only swaths of fabric constructed with the upmost amount of care,
So that the stars themselves can be jealous of my stanzas,
And the hopes and dreams and beautifully mad chances,
I want the planet to see the beauty of the word
When I sing and I dance and I speak before the world.