POETRY
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through the eye of a needle
gaze through the eye of a needle
and write prayers upon your skin
watch the moon fall
as you discard the caterpillars twin
the elephant in the room
she remembers it all
stop walking under ladders
lest you risk another the fall
smell the scent of the ocean
as their ship passes in the night
then reap what you sow
by turning on the light
breath in deeply
the scent of morning dew
a single blade of grass dances
with every moment anew
gaze through the eye of a needle
and write prayers upon your skin
watch the moon fall
as you discard the caterpillars twin
the elephant in the room
she remembers it all
stop walking under ladders
lest you risk another the fall
smell the scent of the ocean
as their ship passes in the night
then reap what you sow
by turning on the light
breath in deeply
the scent of morning dew
a single blade of grass dances
with every moment anew
This poem is inspired by the book How To Write Evocative Poetry
endless
endless waves
endless water
endlessly raging
against an ever changing shore
endlessly hoping
for a peaceful end
endlessly beginning
again and again
then suddenly a splash of cold reality
green and white with a hint of blue
out of my mind and into the sea
physically wet but happy to be
nature showing endlessly more
as endless waves
crash
against the endless shore
endless waves
endless water
endlessly raging
against an ever changing shore
endlessly hoping
for a peaceful end
endlessly beginning
again and again
then suddenly a splash of cold reality
green and white with a hint of blue
out of my mind and into the sea
physically wet but happy to be
nature showing endlessly more
as endless waves
crash
against the endless shore
This poem is inspired by the book How To Write Evocative Poetry
burn these pages
brevity may be the soul of wit
but destruction is the soul of poetry
observe
in your hands you hold nature’s majesty
reduced
to mere sheets of dead wood
marked
by the transient thoughts of one blind to the moment
hoping to inspire a fraction of the awe that its life once gave
burn these pages
and feel the flames as they touch your soul
deeper
than any collection of words ever could
brevity may be the soul of wit
but destruction is the soul of poetry
observe
in your hands you hold nature’s majesty
reduced
to mere sheets of dead wood
marked
by the transient thoughts of one blind to the moment
hoping to inspire a fraction of the awe that its life once gave
burn these pages
and feel the flames as they touch your soul
deeper
than any collection of words ever could
This poem is inspired by the book How To Write Evocative Poetry