Somedays
are made for shouting the passion of my human condition
from the rooftops.
Do not forget to wonder,
in your busy lives,
at the handsome brown spider
wishing you a goodnight from the corner of your shower
I do not believe in a man in the sky
frowning down on our ridiculous and messy loving.
But if you look up at the delicate intentions of the trees
I think you will find
the universe has enough reasons.
After the snowfall in the winter there's a sky so deep that it scares me to look up,
to know my fragile kitten heart belongs to such a universe.
When my teachers want to celebrate diversity they try to get us to write 'I am' and 'Where I'm From' poems. This is not something I oppose, but something is lost in the prompting. For them I write the easy apple cider explanations. For you?
The city looked so quiet from up on the hill. It looked peaceful, lovely. I’d been there before, it was full of shit, with layers of perfume over it in hopes the shit would smell less.
Comments
i think mary oliver would love your poem!! nice job :D
Thank you! That means so much. Mary Oliver is probably my favorite Poet!
you're very welcome! i like her work too, but unlike some other poets, i tend to favor her more popular poems - they're famous for a reason!!
Thank you! That means so much. Mary Oliver is probably my favorite Poet!
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