Poems from Polkaspottedsweater
Paint
Rolled on and splattered over
The pain
The memories
Not forgotten
Painted over
.
The paint is dry
And all is well
You come along
To...
The butterfly that flits about
Bringing joy to everyone
Never stopping
But once gone,
Her absence goes unnoticed
The releasing of rivers,
The screaming of light bulbs,
Picking up scraps and bodies,
Being washed over by waves and rivers,
Invigorating...
Waves crash,
Though only sometimes
The seagull flutters about;
The sea turtle sits in wait
Will the seagull ever tell the turtle what the...
Different lines and forms,
but all the same
the wonder as the form moves,
the beauty overflowing
to touch would be a wondrous thing,
but to...