~ A collaborative poem, written by Allya, Cerasi, and Cylon some time ago
Seashells on my towel
bleed out into the
grass
Spread your wings
and
fall on your feathers
Catch the sunlight
wind and brightness
burst
Blades of grass
cool, soft on
the backs of my calves
A child stops, stares
looks at me, college graduate
in repose
They remind me of little suns
whereas I am a dead star
they are like gardenias on fire
I can remember the pain of being so
young
but it's hard not to envy them.
To envoy is brevity
soft chirps above
bleeding children on the ground
The battle is won
nature is gone
soft chips above
Purses full of degrees
pockets full of bombs
nature is gone, soft chirps above
Awww, thanks Allya. This makes me so happy. :)It would be fun to submit it, but I have no idea how we would edit it.
ReplyDeleteI don't actually recognize all the parts that are mine. I wonder if I have one of our collaborative poems somewhere. Hmmm . . .
I'm cleaning out my room, and if I find something I will put it up.
I'm currently considering expanding on my part of the poem (third stanza).
ReplyDeleteWe are such beautiful writers!
Will post the extension of the poem if I decide to expand.