Adjusted without forethought
Forethought for which I didn't recall
Recall the important features
Features that beauty never ignore.
Ignore the little squares
Squares flaunting to my blind eyes
Eyes and mouth, I should contemplate
Contemplate the wonky picture.
Picture it; a blooming flower
Flower and some yellow leaves beneath the indigo skies
Skies for which I hereby gazed
Gazed upon and look afar.
Afar and afar, till there comes the blur
Blur and little squares to my fretful vision
Vision and clarity; quite I'm not sure
Sure, it's all pixelated— and not quite the cure.
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Telling My Own Thoughts; Short Poems ✔️
PoetryBook 2 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "Applaud like there's no tomorrow; live like there's no such thing as sorrow." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPO...
