Poems from 17ostermee
Hello! For the duration of my seventeen years on this planet, I have resided in a small town located in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. Other than stringing words together, I take pleasure in reading intriguing novels, kayaking rivers and streams, hiking mountains, and painting under oak trees. (Or any tree for that matter.) I hope you have a wonderful day!
I am a tree.
Created as a miracle, carried with the breeze to my unknown fate.
I am a tree.
Lying seemingly dormant, slowly ascending my...
Bare feet, dewy grass, pumping legs; wind whistling in my ears, whispering secrets I cannot catch.
Loathsome dread as I stare at yet...
Pencils, pens, and paint; an assortment of weapons of mass creation
Loosely grasped in my hand, dancing across sheets of paper, creating...
Cool wet paint mindlessly manipulated by my long fingers across canvas,
Yet a maze of intersecting crossroads lie adjacent on the ground.
A...