This poetry collection explores the theme of "Living & Non Living" and delves into the relationship among humans, objects and the forces of nature. 🙍♀️ 📝🌱
Once, I saw, an orchid plant, lodged on the bosom, of deep, dark woods. Crowned with a flower, petals, snow-white, her roots anchored, to a sturdy oak bough. A soft breeze ruffled, the speckled shade, the orchid flower, tossed and twirled. Forlorn, she stood, in the deep dark woods, away from the sun, away from home.
Then I looked, at my own feet, planted away, from my soil, I had a home small yet warm, I dwelt with dreams and a youthful heart. Then, they came, the faceless fears, masked in sighs and hours-long queues. nights dragged long days, a dull chore, certainties shrunk into “what if” s.
I crawled out with a trunk of courage, a four-leaf clover crushed in my hand, and rode the winds to the sun-setting West, my home locked In a tiny teardrop. Then I found a stranger’s yard, to grow my roots to plant my seeds.
We faced each other, the flower and I, with our roots, away from home.
- Amanda Lopez 🥀-
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