There's something a little sad
in the forest of my heart
like the first scent of fall and leaves
scattered to the wind.
~*~
My thoughts slip away
from me, though I reach for them
with desperate fingers.
~*~
Call my name
that I might hear it
from those lips I love
that love me back
in dreams.
~*~
God I want to get out of here
run out screaming
like some prematurely released psychotic
tasting freedom
from a life run by rules.
~*~
Smell of pine and grass
and sun warmed rock, dry and tender
in the heavy air.
The first one makes me feel like i can smell fall <3
ReplyDeletei love the dry, tender, heavy in the last one. such an interesting mix.
I don't see why this can't be a single poem. There's a few places where you might need to expand, but I read them straight through and there's still a nice sense of cohesiveness, particularly the way that it's book ended by natural images.
ReplyDeleteI totally agree with Caitlin.
ReplyDeleteAw thanks Hannah. I'm so glad. And that's interesting that both of you feel that way; looking back on it I guess that could be done. Hm. It kind of shows a sort of weird consistency to my thoughts... xD
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