a wisp floated down
landing in the meadow bright
did faeries get it?
will they sew it into a pillow?
use it for a faerie blouse?
two dwarfs laugh.
I despise dwarfs.
they are thoughtless mind readers and bullies.
They tease me with mean finger gestures.
Being an adult
I stick out my tongue.
Categories:
meadow bright, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
I am a Flower,
Blooming in the sun.
Growing in thriving meadows, where little Kate runs.
It rains, and I drink.
If not, I would shrink.
Getting taller every year,
Full height is getting near.
The breeze is light,
The meadow bright.
Little Kate lays beside me,
My life's greater than I thought it'd be.
Then again, whatever goes up, must come down.
Kate grew up, then left town.
Every day, I grow older,
Days upon days become colder.
Flowers around me are dying,
Weeds take their place and are rising.
They smother me,
And coil around me.
I'm struggling to see,
I'm struggling to breathe.
The skies grow dark,
Silent is the meadow lark.
My leaves are wilting,
My whole world tilting.
But I won't leave,
Because I believe,
That one day, these weeds,
Will relieve me,
Soon life I will see,
And soon Kate'll come and lay beside me.
Again.
She's my friend.
Promised together to the end.
But this isn't the end.
This has just begun.
I am a Flower,
Fighting for the sun.
Categories:
meadow bright, beautiful, daffodils, dark, endurance,
Form: I do not know?