Poems from amelia.c
You are born of blue skies
and cool breezes.
You rise from the earth
that one day you will return to.
You wait, watch, grow,
but...
How does one go about writing a poem?
Where to start?
Does a particular story or meaning bring about a certain rhyme scheme or flow, or...
A land graced only by nature’s lace
Last spring’s flowers now long-gone
Snow erasing every shoe-brought pace
Grazing a withered-up dying...
Do not let your naive, innocent love
Cloud your vision of the future
Do not bring unnecessary rain
To skies that have yet
To sweep over you
Summer of eighteen years ago,
both my parents tipped their
candle to a new wick,
setting alight an infant flame
that over time would grow...