it does not follow

thanks to a shawn.

it does not follow

for ways of things that were

to climb into our sitting room

and make our vision blur

for in the time of here and now

where the present dwells

we find a newfound pleasantness

that whisper truely tells

smile sweetly when you laugh

and bare your feet to grass

sing and dance for none but you

ne'er let a moment pass

for time is short and quickly turns

or so this system says

but if you let it lightly fall

you'll see for what it is

so carry on if you must

what is and was your past

but do not try to make it be

your future journey's mast

for then your sense ability

will sorely spill to hollow

and comely beg to wonder why

it simply does not follow

Reviews

[Emily]

I found this poem very different from most that I have read today. I actually figured out more about you because of the username you've chosen. Speaking colors is quite impressive -- and it means that you are doing your description a little more out of the box than I have seen most times.
This piece is quite good, even though I am left a bit confused by it overall. I like the flow in this piece, as each sentence pushes unto the next very fluidly. After reading it a few more times has made everything a bit more clear and I still really like it.

Beautiful piece, out of the box and still wonderful. I look forward to writing more.