What is a poem?
Well, a poem is a song.
What song?
A lullaby, and the lyrics are your dreams.
A poem is the river rushing, carrying thoughts and words.
A never ending sky, and the caw of a lonely bird.
Moonlight, starlight. A child's laugh, a grown man's tear.
Inspiration, Imagination.
But what makes a poem?
You.
I’ve started looking forward to the little things a little more
Than I look forward to next year
Because it feels like next year is uncertain.
I’m excited to eat peanut butter toast in the car before skiing,
The moon whispers
Oh so quietly, yet
It is louder than all else
Its words wind through the frozen trees and dance across the sparkling snow, the forest still but for its wavering reminder that
The stars are reflected in the glimmer of the headlamp's light on the snow
And the air is frozen-- it feels like the sensation of holding your hand under water so burning hot that
it begins to feel cold
somehow.
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