A poem can feel as shocking as reaching for a door handle. And as comforting as a sweater. Make us turn up our nose in disgust
By D. D. Lee12 months ago in Poets
No changing of light Named, Obrina Olivewing Is nature’s true blue
By D. D. Leeabout a year ago in Poets
Enormous baleens Tens of meters, tons of tonnes Swim free great blue whale
I recall blue seas Calm and uncertain, soothing Yet, a mystery
There, against the wind Tethered by strings, flying high Blue kites in blue skies
So melancholy With spirits low and morose Today, blue is me
blue skies over seas Where blue creatures swim, living While blue birds fly high
Monumental hills Sights of grander to behold Dangerous nature
Natures greatest feat Heights mimicked in city streets mountains, true skyscrapers
Journey from the base Steep paths, sore feet, thinning air To reach the summit
On the highest peaks Winds blow wild and bones are chilled on these highest peaks