We often let the heart and mind do the leading.
I have a urge to let it out now
Before it fades, again
To collect and connect every trash
to the garbage, to sweep the roads clean
of its filt,
The urge to ask that long neck of a bird
"good day can I fly with you, where ever you headed to?"
And that nice stranger of a bird would
Nod and spread its feathers gracefuly open "I don't mind if you do".
And I would follow suit.
I have a urge to burn everything down
swolling everything alive dancing like
the most tragic beautiful flame,
But the urge to be the rain and water
plants and like a guardian I'll watch them grow,
The urge to be the wind and sweep
every trash, every branch, leaves stick
Paper, plastic that some creatures have
Now called a shelter, a home.
But the heart to not sweep everything
Thinking about their part, them, alone.
I have the urge to give failure my hand
and say "here take it, you have won."
But the urge to scarfice myself to the
wolves just to get past them to the
Land of here I am!
I have the urge to read, and read, without any disruption
and trace the stars in their cover constellation,
I have the urge to fly to you, for you, we
have crossed paths making us two, a
bubble just so circumstances can pop us out of our dazed, leaving us in the blue
I have the urge to closed my eyes shut
and listen to sounds of distant dreams,
Swimming in a lake, with the sun
glistening on its backs,
The urge to stand next to that crying
toddler and like that we'll cry together,
Not one river but two, space for anyone
Who would want to empty out their
gallons of life sorrow,
The urge to write so much but with little words,
I have the urge to Forget about tomorrow
Yet run after it like it ows me a weekly pay.
She has the urge to let it simmer down letting it fade into the air, rembering what it felt like when it apper.
-ashespoetry
