sat on the roof
looked upon the lawn
grass not as green
as the weeds
flowers that had dropped
from the trees
no flaws at all
Explore:
a poet's playground
More from the playground:
scream
scream
…….louder
…………..louder
…………………l-o-u-d-e-r
drowning out
the sounds of others
relishing in the feeling
of exhaustion
when you no longer
can utter a sound
the quiet
is suddenly
……………noisier
you’re now attuned