Author Information
On the Shore
Folder:
Poems On the Shore
As I walked along the shoreline
Something flew by and caught my eye
A gull in the summer air
Alone in the vastness of the sky
I thought how it wasn’t fair
“Why does this bird get to fly without care?”
It flew in circles, taunting me
While all I could do is sit and stare
Closing my eyes, I said goodbye to the sea
When in an instance, I became higher than the trees
-My body looked like a spec of sand-
And quickly I left, filled with glee
Flying to exotic and foreign lands
To the top of the world where mountains stand
When I awoke suddenly from my trance
To see the bird, dead by man’s hands.
The poem is like if you
The poem is like if you astral traveled and became the bird, then the bird died and you went back into your body.
... nice.
....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "