Lingering the day
Hidden behind closed doors
Locked out from the bitterness
Of a cruel, bent world
Round they say it is
Circling the encompassing warmth
Growth from within
It spurts new branches
Trees of life
Unorganically known
Spreading through the valleys
To the depths of the ocean
Shadows of the present
Succumb to adventures
Meaning is lost
Indifference rendered
Walk forth among the commonality
Safely tucked in knowledge
That this too shall pass
Creating new fondness
Ridges in the crease
With each door that opens
Another shall cease
Hidden behind closed doors
Locked out from the bitterness
Of a cruel, bent world
Round they say it is
Circling the encompassing warmth
Growth from within
It spurts new branches
Trees of life
Unorganically known
Spreading through the valleys
To the depths of the ocean
Shadows of the present
Succumb to adventures
Meaning is lost
Indifference rendered
Walk forth among the commonality
Safely tucked in knowledge
That this too shall pass
Creating new fondness
Ridges in the crease
With each door that opens
Another shall cease
Passing clouds still time in the moment of their passing.
ReplyDeleteKay,
ReplyDeletewow, gorgeous poem! I'm in love with it, you write absolutely beautifully.
Thanks for the sweet comment you left on my guest blog post, the last photo of the self portraits is one of my favorites out of the bunch, too :)
xoxo,
Micaela
Beautifully written Kay! Last four lines are my favorite and "creating" is the key here!
ReplyDelete-Alex
I love the way your poems give positive vibes.. beautiful one..
ReplyDelete...and the circle continues. beautifully done!
ReplyDeleteKay - it speaks to me..especially today - this too shall pass! Beautifully written!
ReplyDeletekay, I love the way your poem seamlessly
ReplyDeleteflows - from reality to hope. the words
you have weaved together emit a subtle effect
difference in the way your reader will view
the world and her part within.
And so it is~
ReplyDeleteNot all bad, though. Thank god.
Wow Kay! Thanks for stopping by my blog and always I feel the need to see you...in your place...your spot. And, wow, I see...you. I don't get you poets, how you say so much with so little. I feel like I vomit on my posts, that they are too long and boredom will set before my point is made, but I know no other way. I will not be a poet...but I am coming 'round to them, and read a few of yours. I'll be back :)
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