Productivity

Continuing to

Float

 

Aimless facts

Felt

 

Falling to the ground

 

Rescuers

Are

Near

 

Living

On top of

Apprehension.

 

Sing a song

Little bird.

Grass grow through the veins.

 

Wind direct swiftly,

Pushing to where

It ought to be.

 

Life is held breathless.

Now Float on.

Reviews

[deeps]

Hmm! This is quiet intersting really. A pondering thought I got while reading this write. Living
On top of
Apprehension.

Sing a song
Little bird.
Grass grow through the veins.

This stanza here, made me ponder. "Grass grow through the veins"
I guess what flows through the veins has to bllom and grow.
I like this. well written.

[Saint No-One]

I love the syncopation of this. and the image of grass growing in veins :)

[Cadence Killday]

good use of imagery! and personification. this was a vivid poem, good job!

[Emily B]

I love breathless words like these. Glad I wandered by.