We are so fragile

Random memories

If I was small, so small, 

I’d be, what I would so like to be,

if I was beneath it all. 

Under the cement canopy,

the grasshoppers sang, so softly, 

but still, what I cannot hear, I could listen to forever. 

And the birds, painting lines far in the sky,

made my dreams become vivid. 

There's beautiful music that whispers to me,

it sings into my bones and encases them with glass. 

We are so fragile.

Everything created 

the lovely vines that wrapped around my life, 

the tiny rose buds inside of my lungs, 

to sleep inside of my heart,

to live forever more.

Author's Note

Just random memories from when I was young.

Reviews

[W. Dunning]

Interesting imagery but I can't follow anything else. Unless the poem is as random as you imply, I can only mention the imagery and your diction is sound.

[mope]

I don't really understand it but I like it anyway. Perhaps it is that the images are just tangible enough to catch my attention?