we explore.
walking,
wandering,
wondering,
why we got so lucky to live here,
surrounded by
bluffs,
trees,
stalks,
stems,
veins,
of the ghosts we once knew.
full of life,
waiting,
watching,
wishing,
that their days would be noticed.
but now
it appears too late.
a walker,
wandering and wondering,
why they have not come sooner.
shriveled and shrunken,
shared with the world,
what does it take
for us
to see
that around us
which is fleeting
and
free.
Hello Annika! I really enjoyed your poem, it was quite similar to mine in spirit. I especially appreiated the one word bits in the stanza. I felt like the rhythm of that really matched what it felt like to be in the prairie with wind hitting our face every few seconds. Everything in nature seemed very timed out and syncopated. I also really enjoyed, "of the ghosts we once knew." I found that line very striking and beautiful. Also describing the plants as shriveled and shrunken captivated my attention and the alliteration really pounded in the feeling. Also, on second read noticing that you followed up the "ghosts" line with "full of life". The irony is really great. Good job!
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