Prodigy

Fate took control

A force to be noted

Unfolded from the start

Of an unknown tune-

A pick against taut strings

Rock the house of our future

Transforming into a dance floor,

Den of movement,

For which we travel through

Until the court rules

Whether our lives

Will be forever intertwined.

 

Finding Myself

Exhausted with potential interests

I bury myself deep

Layers upon layers of comfort

Holding me back from exploring.

A fire burns within me

But my cold emotions seek solace.

Envy’s seeds are planted within,

A hint that spring is coming.

How do I plant seeds of hope instead?

I want to change along with the seasons

But what can I do

To break free from old habits

To explore new possibilities

And to find myself whole?

Spring Hands

Spring is like a perhaps hand

With fine lines that grow

After white Winter has thawed

To create warmth

And defrost you.

 

This hand creates life

When touching nature

And perhaps will bring smiles to pleasant neighbors.

 

This hand is weathered

And perhaps quite old,

But this hand brings us youth annually.

 

Yes, perhaps Spring is like a hand.

 

 

 

I am participating in NaPoWriMo 2013! If you’d like to participate, feel free to check out the link here: http://www.napowrimo.net/

For today’s challenge, the first line is from a poem by e.e. cummings that can be found here: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15407

 

Don’t fret, I will not just be posting poems because I like to mix it up, so I’ll be sure to post some other things as well 🙂 I’m excited to participate in NaPoWriMo! Thank you all for joining me on this journey 😉