When you were a child You tried to eat the sky You swore that you could even Poke out your shadow’s eyes If someone let you down You climbed the old oak tree You climbed too high for sorrow To catch and set you free And when you were a girl You swore you were a bird You flew straight through the leaves On wings of naïve words When your hips grew wider To hold your child-mind You sang among the branches Silly empty rhymes When you carved initials You swore that you were grown Birds were children’s stories And long ago they’d flown When you scratched them out You wept into your tree You climbed until you scraped the sky And waited to be free When your womb grew full You lay in speckled shade You whispered silly empty rhymes Though they didn’t sound the same And when you were empty You tried to climb again But it seemed you had forgotten And lost your oldest friend When your hair grew grey You swore you were a bird You flew straight through the leaves On wings of jaded words Delighted that my poetry collection with this piece won a Scholastic Silver Key! Check out their site for more information on guidelines and deadlines. Excellent opportunities for aspiring artists and authors alike!
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AuthorWith ink dripping in my veins & stories dancing in my head, I spend my time untangling poetry & getting perfectly lost Archives
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