Insects will never be able to control
the roots of the jungle, nor can birds
control the wind beneath their wings.
As humans, we can’t control when we
stumble, nor the anxiety we carry on
strings. We can only learn from how
we crumble, and smile through
the stings.
Oh Magnolia tree, why must you
leave traces of silver in your river?
Too many golden bodies have gone
limp, attempting to gather your glitter.
You can outline my darkness
by picturing me as a silhouette,
and if you look hard enough
you can feel the sunrise
of a postcard sunset.
But don’t forget,
you can’t spell ‘I Love You’
without aid from the alphabet.
Because without words or pictures,
humans resemble the shape of a marionette.
About the Creator
Kale Bova
Author | Poet | Dog Dad | Nerd
Find my published poetry, and short story books here!
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lovely