Poetry Passes The Time Quite Nicely
September 04, 2012
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I am nearly twenty,
not yet an old crow, but rather,
the ripening fruit in which it pecks.
Yet, fruit decays sitting idly in place
never bothering a soul.
So, here I wait
for an eager hand to pluck me from the
sheath of fleeting adolescence
or for the turbulence of tragedy
to steadily shake me loose
from where I hang
so comfortably still.
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3 comments
Wait, did you write this? It's really great, and so is that photo!
ReplyDeleteYes! I wrote this the other day between classes. The first bit of poetry Ive written in awhile so I felt inclined to share! Thanks so much for your comment!
Deletei just found your blog & its lovely.
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