This human decided that she wants to be heard a little louder.
Witty words with Windy wings wrap Weak-minded women Wolf Wooing with wine Writing white-washed wreckage Wanting wry workouts
By A Rose Williamsabout a year ago in Poets
Chefs cook away in the kitchen Baseball is tossed to its mitten Past times turn to vices While we're on devices Who's fault is anyone's fiction
Past, present, future all of us your time capsule, Who's to save today?
Origin Story Where we come from Goes beyond our occupations, our hometowns, our households Beyond our parents, grandparents, family name
Boxed and buried deep Years at a time to make it Prized - something special
Tucked away until Tomorrow's search for more than Yesterday's trite things
Echoed tick from clocks grandfathered, pocketed and celled wait for shoe's drop
Buried hopes and dreams Ache to explode and shout again To be reached and held
Buried capsule seed Sprouts past to future's flower Blooming on present's stem
Unearth capsule's tomb Where the X marks time and space Reveal past's precious
On the balls of my fingers, precious swirls and dips Through hard work and hand-holding relationships No matter the change in face, weight or even hips
You weren't just fast air. You were biting and stingy. Not cool, wind. Not cool.