Standing.
Waiting.
Watching the trees rustle.
Wind waking.
Calm breaking.
The air whistles.
Once,
Again,
A flurry.
Striking.
A symphony of clicks.
And thuds.
Another rustle.
A percussive moment-
An instrumental.
Blue horizons broken by speeding shadows.
Tunnel vision;
I watch their show
Until it is done.
I step forth.
Ready.
Breathing slow,
I lift my arm to the wind.
Signalling it to silence.
My silence.
No more melodic noise.
My show.
The movements smooth, prepard.
Practiced.
Click.
I focus my sight.
Draw and hold.
Whistle.
Thud.
Gold.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of my Mind
PoetryThese are a collection of poems that I have written in my spare time and at University. They're in practically chronological order from 2009 - present day (except the first couple) so the most recent updates WILL be more thought-out and poetic. But...
