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May 05

The Truth of Spring


Earth is awakening from its bitter cocoon,
Flowers unfurling like dancers,
Stems and stamens to the sun.
Life is tantalized by the novice breeze
And the promise of better days
All made by one who may not keep it.

Is spring new life or death to winter?
We bid farewell to arctic winds.
Snow and ice merging into ground
Stone warming rather than stone cold.
Green shoots appear, a nemesis to frozen earth
And warm breezes a boast to frosty gales.

That sapphire sky, so blue and clear,
Covered by thick blankets of cloud,
And woven through with rays of particulate light.
Is it a just prank, a joke of Nature?
A gift given and then revoked?
We know not.

And yet, we cannot help but enjoy it;
We’re human, after all.
Gifted in finding delight in such simple processes
As the rotation of the earth in space
And the radiation of the sun
May 05

One I Found

I’m waiting for the day
the sun doesn’t rise. 

I’m sure it will be like any other:
cold dew on the grass,
coffee in the morning,
quietly waking in the dark
to pull on thick knit sweaters
and scratchy wool socks. 

I won’t miss it. 

I won’t miss the gradual warmth
and the golden smudge of light
on the floorboards. 

I won’t miss the sun’s flame
methodically lighting the world’s candle. 

You confessed once,
when you thought I was asleep, 
that you tell a lot of lies. 

I couldn’t understand
until now. 

 
May 03
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Bahamas

A vacation away from all of this sounds like a great idea. My sister and I just get up and leave. Noone talking to me for days. Just my sister and I traveling to the Bahamas. The smell of the salty ocean waters blowing in our faces. The sway of the palm trees blowing in the winds. The warm sand beneath our feet. The sunny blue skies and the blue ocean waters offering a new scene.

No more muddy rides home. No more squishy lawns. No more surprise snow. Just us and the coconuts. The sunblock and the sunglasses. A vacation in the Bahamas with my sister and relaxation is my dream vacation.

 
May 03
poem 2 comments challenge: Senses

Ode to The Rain

My footsteps gently patter on the sidewalk
But I do not hear them because I have my headphones on.
I pause for a moment, taking off my headphones and they rest around my neck.
I adjust my glasses and look around.
The sky is a solid, pale grey color
Matching the gloominess of the day.
There is not much to look at
Besides the damp trees and the dew-covered grass
And the occasional car going by.
Raindrops softly land on my hoodie.
It is not raining much, but it is still cold and wet.
I pull my hood up and study my surroundings.
Still not much to see.
Not many people are around.
The gloominess has kept them inside.
It truly seems like a sad day.
Everyone is plagued with that little nag in their chest
The feeling of gloominess even if they’re happy.
It’s one of those days that make you feel like you’ve lost your best friend.
For some, that truly is the case.
I see a few cars drive by.
May 03
poem 2 comments challenge: Senses

Ode to The Rain

My footsteps gently patter on the sidewalk
But I do not hear them because I have my headphones on.
I pause for a moment, taking off my headphones and they rest around my neck.
I adjust my glasses and look around.
The sky is a solid, pale grey color
Matching the gloominess of the day.
There is not much to look at
Besides the damp trees and the dew-covered grass
And the occasional car going by.
Raindrops softly land on my hoodie.
It is not raining much, but it is still cold and wet.
I pull my hood up and study my surroundings.
Still not much to see.
Not many people are around.
The gloominess has kept them inside.
It truly seems like a sad day.
Everyone is plagued with that little nag in their chest
The feeling of gloominess even if they’re happy.
It’s one of those days that make you feel like you’ve lost your best friend.
For some, that truly is the case.
I see a few cars drive by.
May 03
poem 0 comments challenge: Wordgame

Music


It's sweet rhythm sings merrily in my ear
and I let go of my fears
dancing around
in my own world
where the only thing for all the eye to see 
is my pure joy and happiness
and when that spell is broken
an echo of the precious melody still plays in my head
a forever echo
a lonly ghost
the ghost of my music
which is my gateway out of reality
and into the oblivion

Music
May 02
mythicalquill's picture

Misc. Art

Apr 30
poem 0 comments challenge: General
joseph.deffner's picture

The Beach-A Tanka


Flip-flops in the sand.

Simple shells in cool water.

Big waves crashing down.

Seagulls swooping down, catching fish.

Swaying palm trees, good times.
 
Apr 30

Apology To The Earth

To our planet,
I know that you are in fact,
A planet, and you can't hear me.
But...
We have taken your oceans,
And filled them with trash, and oil.
We have taken your land,
And we have thrown garbage onto it.
We have taken your resources,
And then more,
And more,
And more.
We have taken your air,
And we have put chemicals,
Smoke,
Pollution into it.
We have taken your animals,
And killed them,
One way or another.
We have continually hurt you,
And taken from you.
And now,
When there is so much destruction,
I wonder,
Is it even possible to save you?
Or have we finally gone too far?
I am sorry.
To our planet,
I apologize.
 
Apr 29
poem 1 comment challenge: General
joseph.deffner's picture

Loss


Loss is a hard emotion to process

Doesn't matter what you’re losing

Be it a phone, a loved one, or in my case, a dog

You might feel guilty about your decisions that led to loss

Or want to give up on everything




My dog was an important part of my life

And she always will be- even if she's not here

Most people believe that when you die, your gone,

I believe that even if I can’t  see her, though, Kelly is there

She’d follow my mom about, keeping her company



And lick my face, telling me about her day

And in the real world, I would strain

Strain against the divide,  trying to see my dear friend

And even if I won't ever see you again

You'll stay with me and I will stay with you,



Until the end.
 

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