roses and daisy's, a field covered in sun rays and showers of blessing
as the swirling air sweep them left, sweeps them right
blissful
peaceful
soft passages as small children fly kites
their laughs fills my mind with satisfaction.
it was not perfect but it was familiar, it was not perfect but it was secure.
everything I knew was simple and the future stayed at a distance, forever frozen in space.
a meteor zaps through the sky
an orange trail reflects in my eye
the impact so heavy
a crater is formed.
my eyes watch as roses and daisy's turn to dust
the sky is painted in watercolor gray
as if strangers we pass along,
uncertain of how to act with one another
unsure of how to speak
what was once day turns to night
what once was life turns to demise.
a crack in the meteor catches my ear
suddenly, the future was closer than ever
suddenly, my world is upturned, 360 degrees
the foundation we built begins to tremor.
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Surface. - Poetry Novel
PoetryMemories always seem to eventually come to the surface. These are the ones that stood out to me Enjoy♡ -2024 poetry project
