There are many people in the world.
Water-like folks that slip through your fingertips,
Doused in either warmth or coolness in their slithering forms.
Running away and barreling against rivers of stone, refusing
To let their blood seep through and burden them renderless
And without control. Yet they follow an aimless path.
Pushing through without batting an eye, stopping just for a while
Before leaving again. They slink away without a trace left,
Just drying grains of sand and blades of grass.
That's water.
There are many people in the world.
Folks who are akin to fire that flicker about and churn wildly.
Rising before smothering down, leaving smoke built up high above.
Dwindling, seething breaths of passion and unrelenting tension
That releases over and over again. Smelting charcoal, burned out coal,
Perhaps even chippered-at wood that fuels their need to grow
For some time only. Creating flames of glowing fumes that brighten
The night and destroy forests to smithereens. Houses to ashes.
Going up and down, darting and dashing from side to side endlessly.
That's fire.
There are many people in the world.
Folks who breathe like the earth that tucker down without shame.
Whispers of whistles that dig deep and burrow under to hide from light.
Some however peak through their sturdy barriers, unafraid of ending
For such a thing as a snapped twig. They hold onto and grip the ground
With all of their strength, holding on and refusing to wither away.
Being a burden and leaving all behind without anything to stop the flow of
Recklessness does not settle in their boundaries well. The urge to
Keep control seemingly natural, unwilling to let it drop and fall.
Dusting shadows and trickling light onto dewdrops upon every crevice.
That's earth.
There are many people in the world.
Air-like folks that swim and breach the surface above and below,
Soothing yet stark and unmet. Cool and warm as they are while prodding
At twisting passageways for hidden messages. Swirling around the crooks
Of featherlight touches as they run quickly to explore another way.
Joyful yet unyielding at times, snickering playfully or bellowing
Claps in spite. Leaving cheeks either dry or frosted before whisking away.
Tripping not and flying through breezes and places unknown. Not dreading
Any aftermath, for they can soar through- taking leaps of faith away from
Danger if it tries to tie them down. Flipping through knots of finicky
Moments as they bind to the open and sprawl across the skies.
Steadily following wherever the reeling hands of time guide them.
That's air.
Now sunned out and moonlit, I believe that I am water.
Padding softly and darting from place to place without notice.
Running and slowing down to a timely pace, never leaving
Flowers to wilt. Some things scattered and in disarray, only for
This treading mind to organize things to their proper crooks.
Reaching out and sliding back down with all but a quiet pause or two.
Silent and waiting, patience a key to balance out from fleeting
Rain to thunder storms and crackling lightning. Bending and twisting
A path to follow forth, keeping peace of mind while inspired to explore.
Roaming in light and trailing in darkness, figuring things out some way
Or another. Simple to grow warm and easy enough to cool, uprising bubbles.
Cautious steps leading and following a road of which some dare to walk.
That's me, water sparking at evens and odds. Like a timeless turnabout.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
You Carry On To Bring Light
PoesíaThis is a collection of my best works of poetry written so far. Alterations and changes may be made later on as new poems are added (a few old ones may be deleted as better ones are written). Note: This anthology does not include any works from my "...
