i write,
or want to write,
with grit,
but
that's easier said
than done.
there's no grit here -
no dirty realism
out here,
where the air is clear,
and the tidal winds
of this endless forest
gently come over you,
rejuvenating you,
and filling you with calm.
i want to write
like brick and mortar,
but the sky out here
smells like evergreen,
and the dirt
softly
clothes you,
and the flowers
they are just so damned
beautiful.
YOU ARE READING
The Flowers, They are so Damned Beautiful
Poetrythe heavy rains come, but they will leave one day soon. and in the soil flowers bloom.
