Today I studied the blueberry sky and admired the clouds of cream. My eyes chased the whipped shapes and found it to be such a dream. My heart followed the wind's direction, the devil-may-care breeze. I reached up from the grass that tugged me down, I'll never be tall like the trees—with their branches closer to touching the ocean that is the persisting sky, I'll stay cemented for my life, watching from the hillside. But even so, I'm meant to remain with my feet sown into the ground; it's still a nice thought to think that the vastness will take me around.
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Andi Leigh
Poet • Novelist • Short Story Writer • Photographer • Cartoonist
Hello! I'm Andi. I enjoy writing poetry, horror stories, and general fiction.
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Apple
I'll pick up an apple off the ground; with time I can turn it into vinegar. Sweetly smelling and pungent, sugars broken down—ready to aid my daily life, but there are some things it won't be able to fix. Though the process of making something new, waiting for the fermentation to finish, patience through the journey to take care of something that I will bottle with my own hands, is enough to make it seem like everything is where it needs to be. Control is something I gain—simply by picking up an apple before the worms get to it first.
By Andi Leigh16 days ago in Poets
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My life has not been easy. I struggled at school with bullying and school work with very little support available to me, and that continued into adulthood, where it interfered with my mental health, and my ability to find work.
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Loving this imagery, Andi!
I liked the way you saw the blueberry sky and you give it to us.