My Day

It was that moment

The one that said it all

How could you do this to me?

The trees curled up

Branches twisted and swayed

The bark of their being dried up

The scream that was let out 

Darkened skies with black and grey

Sun evaporated in to rain

Grass huddled together

The word was too great, 

heavy on its blades of green being

Black ink fills the paper

Not blue or colorful, 

Dark fills the empty lines of talk

It was that day

One where i cursed

small cries from a life 

laid in a blanket, snuggled tightly

i was born

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Birth was not my first thought, I would have assumed this was leading into death or possibly a rebirth into something positive and new. But like we talked yesterday, you did your job.

Excellent descriptions and use of words. Great flow. I wouldn't let this one go on just this alone, I would like to see more along these lines.

Always,

Matthew

[Alice In My Own Wonderl..]

"Grass huddled together
The word was too great,
heavy on its blades of green being"

this stanza was beautiful. I loved this poem. The descriptions were beautifully crafted. Keep writing :)

[.]

interesting end..didn't see it coming..

[Jonathan]

Really nice I like the dark and grungy feeling of this write
the description of the tree and how its transforming is just
Excellent great job

[Nobody.]

:) nicely done. great dark drama to describe one's beginning. sounds like something an evil movie villain would say. I love it. cheers!