Poems from kellodust
The words in the great manuscript seem to have been forgotten,
Such order, such brilliance, such patriotism.
We all claim that we still...
I look around and see
The long road ahead of me.
Though the path is rough and hard
I look to the positive and am no longer on guard.
I...
They’re waiting in line for bread again.
A soft breeze blows the chalky dust across the busy street.
Everyone is in rags, filth dripping...
After the first leaf falls, the air grows chill,
The grass stiffens and a child becomes ill.
The world shifts and the trees turn gold,...
Red is such a bipolar color.
It walks around, flaunting it’s independency.
Red is first for everything.
It starts and all the other...