mollywrote

[mollywrote]

Once Gone, Will Return

Make a poem about a bird,

But not about how it flies or sees the world,

about how it remains where it always was,

at home.

How there's no hesitation for a breeze,

carrying wishes with no mind for rough seas,

nor avalanching hills.

How if there's dirt there will be worms,

and as sun and water meet,

Arises eventual trees.

Make a poem about a bird,

that on those branches steeps.

Only to return to the same,

faded blue barn,

where it always was,

at home.

[mollywrote]

The Most Beautiful Day

On a day where the sun burned so bright

and my eyes sparkled like glasses of champagne,

In a moment as night pulled the covers over day,

I stood.

Far less alone than I ever would be,

With hope in a heart that previously hid its beating.

And in that day if only briefly

peace peeked through the pain.

As I reached for the peach that was sweeter than love songs,

Inside a field fencing out any future not as so,

I stood,

Devouring a flavor of time

who reasoned for nothing in return

But to hold firm its memory,

as the most beautiful day.