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beautifully useless

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The still, shrill, chill that journeys up my spine.
That tangles me in amazement; in the grips I am enshrined.
My jaw slightly drops, my eyes widen immensely.
This dazzling sight is so alluring, it drags me in intensely.

The pull of the moon, sends the ocean in unplanned directions.
And to its salty spray, I feel a definite affection.
The suns orange sparkle, is painted with the blue.
It’s as if a thousand candles, create a thousand hues.

And by the lush green tree tops, the blue jays dance about.
Weaving through the branches, they soar without a doubt.
And if I listen closely, I can hear their melodic yells.
Their harmonizing symphonies, ring through the hills like bells.

And as I rest my head, under the tall grass fields
A thought comes to my mind, and I am forced yield.
These sights are beautifully useless,  they're beautifully useless sights.
They will always be beautiful and useless, just like the suns light.
ok so this is my ironic poem. there is no such thing as a useless poem. i discovered this when i attempted writing one at my English teachers request. so instead of creating something useless, i created something that couldn’t be more useful.
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Matt-Ski's avatar
Nice aphorism at the end there =]

Loved the verse form, not a fan of standard rhyme, but works very well =]