slowly trudging on
head bent staring at
sand so far below
a water droplet falls
ever so carefully
into the sparkling
from the sun i feel
without even looking up
to see the sky glimmer
an effortless blue
a noise so slight a
sound is almost missed
the fall of a growing maple
lays its head in empty grass
a figure waits motionless
focused on pure white clouds
above to notice more than
on the ground beside her feet
it tumbles fast and slow behind
sinister sounds reach her
ears snapping attention to
the sky beneath her shoes
feet struggle to find solid ground
i meet the figure as she falls
her limbs flailing over open sky
i hold my hand out
offering my peace to a figure so
peaceless falling through
the earth without ever really
leaving the ground
my hand is taken
the figure lifts up
her head
a slow crane of her neck
a door creaking open from
the wind of a storm
her eyes meet mine a
shade of green i've never looked
upon matching the leaves of the tree
at her feet
her hand clamps around mine and
i lead her forward onto the solid
ground below my own feet
the water droplet
hits
the
sand
This poem began as an imitation of Lucille Clifton's "blessing the boats", and evolved into a completely different poem than it was originally. I don't think I'll upload the original cuz I think this one is cooler.
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Some poems
PoesieThese are some poems I've written over the past few years in class and out of it. I don't think anyone will read these, so I'm only gonna upload them randomly when I feel like it. If anyone does read these, hope ya like em. If you feel inclined, p...
