I wrote these short poems on separate occasions. Some of the times I don't quite remember what instigated me into writing to them or how I felt in that exact moment. Reading it now, I feel as if the connotation is different. I find that truly interesting about poetry. It evolves as a person grows and its meaning can change constantly.
Ocean
Closing my eyes
my limbs are an extension of the sea.
Fluid
and graceful.
I crash into rocks.
Grapple for shore.
Only to end up with a mouthful of sand.
Dirty.
Then made new
by the waters.
Chasm
I am a chasm
cracked open.
An instrument
as wind whistles through me.
My voice echoes.
Nothing
then everything
all at once
in its endlessness.
Sunrise
There is a predictability in humans.
Some days they are golden
painting everyone in honey hues.
Other hours they wake up
covered in clouds.
Their light dimmed.
They rise again bruised,
raw, purple, and pink.
And continue despite it.
These three pieces somehow fit together and told an interesting story about people and human nature. I thought I would share them with all of you. I truly hope you enjoyed this post. Let us know in the comments below if you have any thoughts you would like to share with us.
Stay gold,
Anne
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