More random poetry I dug up from the inner pages of my Quills (high school creative writing club) notebook. Let me know what you think :D
Grace
Yesterday's flowers rest by the window,
each day seeing more of the world beyond.
The boughs bend and lean as they age,
but twilight is not darkness-
just no longer bright.
To the Beat of the Clock
I ponder as it thunders out the window's smock
why the seconds slowly lumber or the shutters knock.
I can't return to slumber, for midnight ears can't block
the whispers and the wonder and the tick-tick-tock!
The Mask That Frees
Opening night
Lights up, there's no turning back now
Become another.
Fears- those are yours, not hers.
Lights, too bright-
blinding-
make a wall between the watchers
and the life you live.
A curtain between what's real-
and what is.
This is yours.
Her life, her eyes, her laugh,
belong to you.
Freedom from impersonation
Free to be yourself
in her.
So let it all out.
Feel her thoughts, show on your face.
There's the cue- now listen!
to the heat, to the words, to the music.
Feel your way in the light.
Live the moment through her eyes.
Love it through your own.
Brushing By
People live
on the surface
afraid to come up from the depths
because deep wounds
bleed
from the soul.
Letting Go
The last leaf
clings to its familiar perch
while all else withdraws.
Then, with a final breath,
releases
and flies.
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