I often mistake calmness for melancholy.
When the world goes blue and the shadows have
That purple aftertaste, my lungs sigh and
My bones groan low songs
Of all the time I've spent day after day
Feeling this way.
Maybe my moods aren't dependable, they're
Always flowing in and out of each other,
But I like to imagine the calm like a meadow
Full of blue flowers that are
The shape of stars and grass that waves
In soft ripples against the wind.
To me that is how calm feels, like sunlight
Piercing the cloud cover and meeting the
Earth in a blend of happy sadness.
Calm feels light blue, and smells like juniper trees in
In the evening,
Just before the stars come through.
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PoetryBook One: ~Romanticism~ An anthology of poems I worked on for a poetry class. They are reflective of how one feels when the heart and mind become entangled. Book Two: ~About~ Another collection of poetry that illuminates and explores the definitio...
