Poems from Valeria24
The hands still tick, the clock still works, my mind won't skip
But confident? Not this metronome
Not this brave hand plunging forth to...
We have these hands; they give us power
To pledge allegiance, to swing a sword
To hold hands, to strike hands, to chain hands, to mend...
Have I fallen victim to the lure of adjectives?
Give everything a title--
Assign everything names--
Restrict them with concrete meaning....
Caricature they remain for they haven’t purity.
Streaked thoroughly with grime and mud
A downcast shadow shall remain their possession....
The air is light
I can maneuver through it at ease
Gliding through the white streaked sky
Viewing the world below
Is bliss
The sun’s...