If grass could see,
I'd like to know it's opinion on couples
that glide through parks with their hands interlocked.
If instruments could hear,
I wonder how they'd feel listening to my voice
intertwine with their strings.
If concrete could smell,
imagine how shit they'd feel laced with litter
and cigarette butts.
If walls could talk back,
I wonder what they'd say as she pushes me against them.
Would they stop her?
If the Earth could feel,
would it carry the true weight
of every individual who walks upon it
and if the Earth could speak,
would it know how to console me?
- Author: Connor Xavier (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 10th, 2018 13:39
- Comment from author about the poem: So the title of this poem was a writing prompt that I really liked, so I decided to write this. I actually think I had the idea for the 4th stanza in my head first, but I didn't want to start with that because it's a little too intense for the tone of this poem I guess.
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Comments1
A very nice concept, put into beautiful thoughts of words.
The Gifted One
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