I long for your smile
Like an empty carousel
Longs for the laughing child.
I search for your laughter
Like the bluebell searches
For the dusty bee.
I chase your welcoming hands
Like the geese chase southward
The fading warmth of summer.
These fireside journeys warm me
Like the first rays of sunshine
Spying over the blue grey horizon.
I breath in the smoke,
Hold it,
And I am content.
Poetry
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Your similies are off the charts even though I am not familiar with some of them. For example, your opening line is great. And your imagery is pretty good too. Like the sun spying over the horizon line I thought was brilliant. A very creative way of describing morning. I don’t see anything off about this poem. It’s good.
Thank you! Your words are very encouraging.