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.
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?
Frost
Melting
Dripping
Fading from
The dawn of day
Absence abounds
As fresh flowers flourish
Spring begins to stir
Brambles with bees
Blissfully buzzing
But, in my heart
Silently, still
Frost.
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 😉