as i sit here ,
on the surface of the earth ,
i watch paw paw leaves
bow down to the wind .
reciprocally ,
it caresses them with swift elation.
it guides ,they follow ,
controlling the wallow .
with the slumberous way it speaks ,
its obvious,
the aura surrounding such mystique.
they're loyal and the wind is sovereign.
like me ,
to you, my Queen .
i caught a dove once .
under the drizzle .
it danced with its head ,
it bobbed its feathered pectus.
the wind its only music
the others, its muse .
just you ,my muse ,
intoxicated me, like booze .
gracing my head with an aesthetic abuse.
i envy the connection ,
the endearing interaction .
i envy friendly goodbyes
those ones that water the eyes .
i am jealous of the dove nowadays,
because it was just you ,
who could warm me in the cold days .
when i brood ,
i listen to sad music .
i watch the sky metamorphose
orange ,it reminds me of van gogh's.
the leaves now sway ,
the wind is queer .
it only blows my shirt away ,
like its own souvenir.
the sky is blue ,
like the hue in my chest
due to the faithful halo of you ,
you're treasure ,in my treasure chest .
its not negative, not barren
likewise my seething mind.
the closeness is alien ,
resigned to mankind .
when i worry ,
i am a loner .
my brain suddenly slurry
my eyes shut close,
I am a goner .
i'm not as loyal as the leaf
neither am i as gallant as the wind.
i am not as comely as a dove
or as reflective as the sky .
i am a whirling emotion
waiting to be lost
with the vanishing motions
of hominid existence .
i am whirling emotion
of the loves i have lost .
i am a whirling emotion
of the Queen's holocaust .
YOU ARE READING
queen. |✓|
Poetry(POETRY ABOUT MOTHERHOOD & LOVE ) You whisper "My queen " and I can only stare ahead because there's nothing for me to say except think of how much I'm dead Think of how so far gone I am I'm loose in touch with reality because I still see you sc...
