Well, I blog about random things that are on my mind or that mean something to me. This time, I am going to post a poem I just turned in to my Poetry class. It might not make sense to some, and it may make sense to to others, either way it means something to me. Enjoy!
Perfection
The dark here, the moon stuck, and
the stars positioned just right,
scattered throughout the sky.
The wind cold, stinging my skin
Trees surrounding, bold branches
Relaxation, the key
Air pure, smell free. Please don’t
go away. Silence but the blissful wind
blowing through my hair.
Barefoot, grass tickling. Each squished in soil
Dirt between painted toes. Hands not sticky, but
smooth. Nature’s best slipping through my fingers
Suddenly, hairless, light as a feather. Wanting
and ready to fly. Like a goose in a V,
or a gull above sea, never the child’s kite.
Nice work Doti. You should blog your poetry more often.
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