Green.
I wish to live
Deep
In a mossy wood
Where
The silence is only
Disturbed
By the buzzing of
Bees.
Where the rain
Falls,
Like the sky's own
Tears,
To wash off
Mine.
Where the cumbersome
People
Will cease to find
Me.
Huh. I wrote this a couple years ago, but now reading it, it seems a little dark and reclusive. It's nice though, and this is the first poem that I ever attempted to apply a rhythm to. The prompt was "Where in the world would you most like to live and why? Write your response in the form of a poem." Give it a shot!
On the clifftops beside the sea
ReplyDeleteThat is where I want to be
Under the mountains beneath the sky
Watching the wild geese as they fly by
But there's something odd, you see
Because where I want is where I be.
Don't revoke my poetic license!