i pivot slowing to see how the world has turned against me
stepping on slippery rocks as the current pushes me back
my bare feet sliding across the slick, smoothened rocks.
having been tumbled for centuries, i can take comfort in knowing they are smooth in the wisdom of the river.
i walk forward fighting against the force unstoppable
yet, i should be unstoppable too.
water drips from my skin as i step onto the earthy bar
droplets line and graze my naked skin
a smouldering steam lifts from the river as the heat rises,mixing with the impending storm.
twigs and moss line the ground
and the dirt sticks to the bottoms of my toes.
spread my arms out
a diameter of me.
the sky is muddied by graying clouds
Serene and unforgiving
the jade trees sway as a light wind blows my hair
a chill thrilling my spine
a sphere of browns, greens and grays, my earth swallows me whole
nothing here lighting like a LCD screen
the only lights are the overcast twinkles of rain on the greenery.
tears begin to fall from the natural ceiling
my eyelashes blink away the rain
walk to the trees for protection as i fold my wings in and watch my world with perfect contentment.
I thought I'd write about an image I often imagine. There was a place kinda reminds me of this and once when camping I took my neice and nephews to see it. I told them it was where the fairies lived. It was along a small stream on an overcast day. the ground was covered in moss and twigs and it felt like fairies really could live there. anyways, my poems probably suck but i thought i'd try to work more on the imagery of the scene as oppossed to the emotions surrounding it. Anyways, have a good weekend and be safe.
stepping on slippery rocks as the current pushes me back
my bare feet sliding across the slick, smoothened rocks.
having been tumbled for centuries, i can take comfort in knowing they are smooth in the wisdom of the river.
i walk forward fighting against the force unstoppable
yet, i should be unstoppable too.
water drips from my skin as i step onto the earthy bar
droplets line and graze my naked skin
a smouldering steam lifts from the river as the heat rises,mixing with the impending storm.
twigs and moss line the ground
and the dirt sticks to the bottoms of my toes.
spread my arms out
a diameter of me.
the sky is muddied by graying clouds
Serene and unforgiving
the jade trees sway as a light wind blows my hair
a chill thrilling my spine
a sphere of browns, greens and grays, my earth swallows me whole
nothing here lighting like a LCD screen
the only lights are the overcast twinkles of rain on the greenery.
tears begin to fall from the natural ceiling
my eyelashes blink away the rain
walk to the trees for protection as i fold my wings in and watch my world with perfect contentment.
I thought I'd write about an image I often imagine. There was a place kinda reminds me of this and once when camping I took my neice and nephews to see it. I told them it was where the fairies lived. It was along a small stream on an overcast day. the ground was covered in moss and twigs and it felt like fairies really could live there. anyways, my poems probably suck but i thought i'd try to work more on the imagery of the scene as oppossed to the emotions surrounding it. Anyways, have a good weekend and be safe.
