Remember some seeds weren't made to be trees...
And who says you must wait until time's nearly up to learn how to scream//to learn how to breathe//or to learn how to notice the air around your lungs
I have never been one to revisit or edit anything I write... but I realized that can be as counter-productive as editing too much, and I know there is a fine line in there somewhere.
This is the beginning of a journey I'm hoping to take regularly not only to improve my writing, but to inspire myself into potentially writing something completely brand new that is more polished and well-thought-out from the very start, and thus improve my writing overall.
This poem was initially written to be turned into a song, and as such, is simple for the sake of rhyme and meter. I tried to maintain that stylistically, to a degree, though I was fighting myself to make it more eloquent yet unwieldy for use as lyrics. I may revisit it again someday and simply make it the best poem it can be. My hope is for this interpretation to clarify some of the meaning intended.
Tread the world with light-footed dreams
Be all that is aught, and a touch of what is naught
Do not allow the tempest zephyr streams
To knock your block into being caught-sought...
The intrawoven spangled sky Dreams and souls intertwined Are the roots to my ravenous mind Unraveling whimsy as a bloom of springtime The violet and blue fen With the temerity to grow Beyond the reach of acumen The starfield in which I sow Viable
I walked past a young man who was standing on the sidewalk, waiting to be picked up by a friend or an Uber or something. I am guessing that's what he was doing, anyway. He was just standing there off to one side on the sidewalk, bag on the ground next to him, with a... Continue Reading →