did I wake up beneath
toasted cotton clouds
or smeared tears
against the murky eye,
haven’t the birds
alerted of my arrival
for one more day
or did they jerk me
from my empty slumber
as tiny wells as thunder
hasn’t the morning dew
grounded me briskly
shocking my re-existence
or did it soak through
layers of my resistance,
earning distance
at what point did I hear
the infinite breath
that slipped through
branches and fountains
just to kiss me
or did it come too late
before my wake
chilling, as is sometimes does
the blaze to take
and didn’t the sun
greet me with everything
warm and gleaming
blinding snares teeming
joining the frenzy
to celebrate my rising
or does it shine
on the shell
of a nobody?
– B. Brown
(image by JOANNA KRÓTKA)
You expressed your sadness in such a beautiful way.
So beautifully written, I like it a lot.
Thank you for reading, I appreciate 😌
This was what I first read this morning and your words echoed how I’m feeling these days. I truly appreciate your melancholy honesty and strength.
Thank you for reading. Hopefully we can get ourselves into a better place…
This is amazing, very well written, I read it like 5 times because it’s so good
You’re so kind! thank you 😀
Beautiful imagery, poignant. Love it!