Challenge
Give me poetry or give me death!
Write a poem. Or, alternatively, write a piece about death. And, if you're feeling really motivated, give me both! Remember to tag me, or I might not see it :)
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Eyes Half Full
Hope is an overused term
But nothing else
Quite describes
The feeling I get
Standing in this little home
Ive made my own
Ive stopped working
In the banal regularity
Focusing on my whole self
In the now, right here
Comfort in the chaos
Its a wondrous world
When you block the worries of late
Quit the routine, turn off the lights
Watch the summer storms instead,
The lightning cracks and thunder claps
It crescendos, a grand finale
The sun peaks through
Calmness restored
The mourning doves and
House sparrows dance around
Telephone poles and power lines
The budding pagoda trees
Drop off their children in the yard
Hope is an overused term
But nothing else
Quite describes
This
Melanie Costello
@whitewolfe32