PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

my soul blew in from the east
where the sun rises perpetually
it carried with it all the debris from yesterday
soiled and stained and riddled w/rust

my heart blew in from the west
with the sunrise and the peasants and the beaches
and it grew in my chest like an aging child
breaking through to adulthood & extinction

my memory blew in from beyond the sea
& the currents of the oceans carried with it
my heart & soul – now complete, I push on into the night
chasing my breath, creating my dreams