Sorry for the long wait, all.
Prairie
Slow calm winds move the ever so timid, yet tall blades of grass,
A rustling noise in the air.
Small wildlife running amok, with naught but one thought in mind: Survive.
Starting to walk through the tall grass, not sure of what lays inside.
The wind picks up, a suspense now resting upon my shoulders, unsure, irresolute about what is beyond.
Each blade of the tall grass bending and twisting around me, and then falling to the ground under my feet
As I get further away from the start, the more it fades, until I forget it all completely,
Until I’ve been walking so long that time isn’t meaningful anymore.
The forest of grass, now dark, soon begins to light up, the circular light growing--
A sudden break into a small patch of short, trimmed grass, a perfect circle.
In the very center of it,
A flower.
It is far better to grasp the universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring. -Carl Sagan
Times change, worlds change, but people, people never change.
What had started as an arduous project is now one of my passions. I love to write; this is where I try to paint pictures--with words. I'm a sophomore in high school, if you're wondering.
Need to contact me for some reason? My email is dsrandhawa3244@gmail.com.
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Dilpreet
3 comments:
I like this, a lot. I feel like I'm stalking your blog, ANYWHOO this is really somewhat short and sweet. And what inspired you to write about the prairie? (;
I agree with Morgan. This is good, I like it. I may possibly write something and post it on my blog! Wow, it's been like two months.
This is a strong poem. I love the concrete nature of the image you take me though so that I can walk in your shoes, see through your eyes, for the length of the poem. I also appreciate the tactile qualities.
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