Tuesday 11 March 2014

on things more alive than me:

the mid-morning tea
burning my tongue
when i haven't burned for anything
in years.

the cherry-blossoms
lining my street
fearlessly unfolding
to the world.

the moon
pouring into my window
to reveal something different of herself
each night.

the currents 
coursing through my bedside lamp
when all i know is how to be
static.

S. 

{Photo: Mine}

3 comments:

  1. I feel this too... like there is anything that feels more alive than I do... I want more than that but have had a hard time finding it lately.... :-/

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  2. i like the title of the poem and this poem in itself is so much more alive.
    x

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