13.3k views, 2xBest Poetry Period. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind. |
annually we check ourselves not because we want to, but because we see a world change out whatever window that begs please notice, or don't leaves on breeze-strings, know not what they do -- play like children as the one child now living in the hollow, stubborn trunk, escaping with heat sent with hope, dreams from root dark -- sapped by sky, channeled to an ever-collecting sun seems eternal, you know? our existence is all of time, the only remaining here on the grass, flowing, dancing begging a soul, rake it, move it all to a cement curb the trucks come while you sleep is this all life will be? all i am is all i ever will be? tapped, fall into that winter slumber ignorantly reawaken with the dull, ice-thaw spring. 10.10.23 3 minute write 15 plus minute edit (still not sure) where the font stops, so do I then, it starts up again same as always ▼ meh, doesn't truly translate to the tempted |