What are bright? A collection of shimmers from a blazing bazar,a wealth of lanterns screaming through the night and molten metal splitting the shadows of the factory.

What are brittle?  A medieval court members ponder wig in the winter frost, a starlings wing snapping in a tiger attack and a lonely boy’s happy heart.

What are heavy? Mars suspended in middle of space,  gilt of something pulling you down and a me at all you can eat.

What are swift? A mako shooting through the sea or lightening brake sound as it is racing to the ground,  and your last year of school.

What is slow? Fooling asleep in bed,  the smell of pie entering your nose and the night in a pool.

What is sad? Not having a date on valentines, being betrayed by your best friend, and the end of this poem