A/N my first poem dedicated to @Robin_Mcbride, this actually won a poetry competition at my school, thank you for telling me to try it! It was fun to write :D
I walked down the path.
Small flakes of ice and snow descended softly.
Silence.
I tried to remember the last time I could hear the sounds.
And came up blank.
Melancholy enveloped my atmosphere, and I suddenly stopped.
In front of me, a small pool of water cut across the path, a splash of reflected color.
Reflected in the tiny expanse of water was the night sky.
Highlighted by beams of moonlight, enveloping, and covering its surface with a scatter of stars, the pale blank face of the moon and the protective arms of the oak trees, reaching over the dark sky scape of... unknown.
A cool winter breeze bit through my clothes, causing me to shiver and stirring ripples in the tiny body of water.
And for a second, I imagined a little boat, traveling its expanse, braving the waves.
I stood there, for who knows how long, seconds, minutes, hours, infinity, it didn't make a difference.
My imagination ran wild, connecting the stars, creating images, stories.
I imagined Artemis, in her full splendor, riding her shining white chariot pulled by deer across the heavens.
Stars changed to musical notes, as a melody appeared, changing the constant silence with its sing-song voice.
The notes formed to follow my ideas, changing to fit like a background music to each of my thoughts.
Then I imagined the sunrise, colors dashing across the sky in a spectral play, causing shadows to dance around like fire.
Then lightning, crashed across the sky, flashing the shadow's dark shapes as a storm grew.
The tone of the music adopted a note of urgency.
Then it suddenly stopped.
The music stopped suddenly, syncing with the end of the storm, only a drizzle remaining in my mind, ferns growing under the rains soft welcome.
I smiled.
A small flash across my face.
A small glimpse of joy.
Something that came when no one was thinking of it.
Something everyone should have.
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Poetry
PoetrySo... poetry is fancy writing, write? Haha, bad puns. To whoever reads this: This is cringe, and I know out, but it was fun anyway :)