No Longer Innocent And YoungA Poem by Pete“All great and precious things are lonely.” ― John Steinbeck, East of Edena choir of angels in feathered robes the birds wake melike they do every morning as i ready to roll uphill my boulder that started out as a mere rock at least i don't need an alarm clock time having long since become lame i know each blade of grass by name even though they're all the same i also know nakedness' shame as i wonder if adam and eve are really the ones to blame off in the near distance the river gurgles past with white noise the humid breath of god sighing a tributary of truth wearily flowing with tears like its done since the beginning of time trees dot the landscape some standing tall and proud others bending down, needing and bleeding unconsciously reseeding loneliness has its sleeves rolled up flaunting its tattoos the sun finds its way through the clouds kissing me because no one else will licking me with its arid tongue reminding me that i'm no longer innocent and young © 2023 PeteAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on July 3, 2023 Last Updated on July 3, 2023 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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