The Special People.

[billy]

The Special People
LiteraryFailure.

She's passionate-
And she blows.
She's promiscuous like a naughty teen from her toes to her hair.
She likes to be here, there, everywhere.

He's rage-filled-
People always think the worst.
He's fighting and flickering,
as if two personalities are bickering. [the end rhyme feels a forced]

She's silent-
And loving.
You'd walk all over her day after day
but a bitter word she will never say. [no need for but]

He's busy-
He is always on the move.
He holds you up safe and sound
but a hole in your plan and you'll hit his ground.

Air, Fire, Earth, Water,
Take me out in your weather-slaughter,
Take me up via lightning stairs,
As you continue your worldly affairs.

the content is obvious,
i really like the last verse,
for me the poem needs an edit which incorporates at least one strong image in each verse.

ie;
wind:

she's all bustle and bluster and cuts like a knife;
rips the wig off your head and the dress off your wife
will flirt like a school girl and and kiss like a tramp
while ripping up houses and blowing out lamps. not the greatest of images i know but it will show what i meant.

i like the concept of anthropomorphising the elements though with a poem like this it has to be a little stronger i think.

thanks for the read LF