deepundergroundpoetry.com
View Dew
Camoflague clouds
And a blanketed frost turned net of wetness.
Reveals the trails taken.
I watch nature resting today.
The humans going, but paced of snail.
Reveals the trail.
Footsteps in dewed grass.
These deadened trees, once waved to me,.... last Spring.
These dead end creeks, have nowhere to bleed, in their pooling.
Pulling the clouds down to my chest,
Bare the grip, and then it slips.
Multicolored grass seed drenched to what the sprout can easily hold.
In this time of day the drips from leaves are all but rare.
It seems the wind has taken the day off.
I've expelled my smoke into words.
Yet i haven't stared, long enough.
I will stand with these last seconds longer.
Before dropping my jacket for the warmth.
And a blanketed frost turned net of wetness.
Reveals the trails taken.
I watch nature resting today.
The humans going, but paced of snail.
Reveals the trail.
Footsteps in dewed grass.
These deadened trees, once waved to me,.... last Spring.
These dead end creeks, have nowhere to bleed, in their pooling.
Pulling the clouds down to my chest,
Bare the grip, and then it slips.
Multicolored grass seed drenched to what the sprout can easily hold.
In this time of day the drips from leaves are all but rare.
It seems the wind has taken the day off.
I've expelled my smoke into words.
Yet i haven't stared, long enough.
I will stand with these last seconds longer.
Before dropping my jacket for the warmth.
Published 15th Dec 2019
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1
reading list entries 1
comments 2
reads 507
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
16th Dec 2019 6:08am
The flow of consciousness style is consistent throughout and really gives insight to your the way you observe things; the way you consider them. Favorite lines:
Multicolored grass seed drenched to what the sprout can easily hold.
In this time of day the drips from leaves are all but rare.
It seems the wind has taken the day off.
Personification of the elements makes the emotion personal; it feels wistful, lingering - the way all contemplation of the changing of seasons feels. Your words resonate deeply with this write. As always, your words stir within me an inspiration to think more deeply about my surroundings ♥️.
Multicolored grass seed drenched to what the sprout can easily hold.
In this time of day the drips from leaves are all but rare.
It seems the wind has taken the day off.
Personification of the elements makes the emotion personal; it feels wistful, lingering - the way all contemplation of the changing of seasons feels. Your words resonate deeply with this write. As always, your words stir within me an inspiration to think more deeply about my surroundings ♥️.
16th Dec 2019 6:47am
Thank you. I would look up, write, pause, take a drag, look up, repeat.
I just wanted to see something non man made today.
I just wanted to see something non man made today.
