Trips to the Lake
The brush of soft grass
against my legs underwater
The sharp and pokey little stickers
that bite into my clothes
The smooth field of drying mud
cracking into pieces
The rough granite beneath my hands
as I climb up the boulder, up to the top
The wet air blowing my tangled curls
on a blistering summer's day
Feel to See
Feel the world with your fingertips, every single part
Open your eyes by closing them, it's where you must start
Concentrate on the lines, the bumps, and the marks
Unless you want to see the bright world, but stay in the dark
Save your resignation, you can do this
Open your mind to new methods
Now is your time to learn
Take hold of this opportunity
Hold onto it so tight, you can
Educate yourself and live with new sight
The time to learn is now, so you're not left behind
Every touch holds meaning you'll find, so carry it like
Xylem in the stems of growing leaves of green sage
Touch the world around you, feel the words on this page
Unveil the world around you, all its cracks and tender bruises
Remember them as you age, as you learn and grow with wisdom
Etch the fractures into your soul so one day you may fix them
YOU ARE READING
ESCAPRIL 2020
PoetryThis is a challenge held during April created by @/letsescapril (Savannah Brown @/savbrown) on Instagram. The goal is to write a poem (or do anything) with the prompts provided every day in April. All poems written can also be found on my Instagram...
