The words
The petals
On a flower that
Thrives by appearance
Is only
Will merely
Be a flimsy
Taste of what's inside
Why price
By the eyes
The symmetry
Of flawed beauty
As though
As most
Are weighed by
Thoughtless ideals
For those
Four arrows
A sma...
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The mold cracks
And breaks
Into different parts of a whole
Two hands cradle the new world
Pieces are arranged
With celestial thought
Shaping clay and water
Into life.
Underneath
Peeling skin
Magma murmurs to the world above
"Do not be afraid, have faith in your hearts"
A elder's words to the brave sailors of this new planet
As mountains grow
And tides kiss land
Green fingers emerge from the mud
Once again, beauty will conquer all.
The darkness of creation
The spark of destruction
All culminate into a peak
So high it pierces the clouds
So sharp it dives deep underground
As wings ride the eastern wind
Dancing
Descending
Daring to take one more detour
Until we make landfall
And suddenly
The world is complete.
It's been some time since I wrote free form poetry, hasn't it? This one was a bit of fresh air from my usual pattern. Funny thing is, back when I was beginning to write poetry free form was what worked for me best. You could probably see it in the earlier poems of this collection. Sometimes I wonder that in general, which form suits my style better.
