it’s within the hums of the brown noise
the centre of spirals
the point of a seagull’s beak
expand elastic
find the hidden treasures and wear them like trinkets on your neck
close to your heart
lay out all your charms on a picnic blanket
and gorge on their euphoria
on the grass
close to the earth
- Author: tyler (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 8th, 2025 22:24
- Comment from author about the poem: 3 year hiatus - the long writers block, or rather just life coming at me full speed. hereβs a little something to throw into the ether. only here temporarily as we all are. love
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 18
Comments1
Welcome back! Your poem beautifully intertwines sensory experiences, nature, and the celebration of life's hidden treasures. A true pleasure to read ππ»πππ»
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