Buds of yellow fall through my fingers
Down, down, down to the ground.
My feet fall to the floor
Sinking into soft soil
I open my mouth and sigh ‘ahhh’
While the wind swirls around my head,
A duet of two passing things.
Sweet, earthy smells linger here,
Worn deep by man and time.
The purple/grey clouds above me
Like bruises on an ancient sky,
Travel without noticing the world
The same world that breathes around me.
I envy the clouds.
Broken flower stems lay trodden in my wake
As my shoes slide over nature,
The sounds of birds, so common here,
Weave melodies as old as time.
Of and loss and love and life and joy and pain
Ignorantly I continue walking on.
Too human to understand these complexitites.
...And all the time the yellow buds fall like angels to earth
Author notes
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2014/2429906328_12e914b417.jpg?v=1208780351
Ill be honest I have just watched Gladiator and the third picture of the yellow wheat (not sure if it is wheat :s) really struck me. Anyway comments are welcome.
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Comments
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You wrote some very vivid imagery into your readers mind.
It flows very smoothly. I really envy clouds as well. You have
many great lines in this poem. I really appreciate you entering
my contest, thank you.
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Nice write good luck in the contest.
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