Stop. Wait. Listen.
The sounds of the world surround you
And embrace you with a gentle grip.
Water, soft and fluid, falling to the Earth as rain,
Crashing as hard, angry waves.
The crunch of leaves beneath your feet,
The wind whistling through the branches of redwoods.
Stop. Wait. Look.
See the pale blue of a clear sky,
The deep grey of storm clouds broken up by white lightning.
See the raindrops plummet towards the ground,
And feel their cool, wet touch on your skin.
The crumbling dirt that holds the flower’s white roots,
The towering mountains that watch over us.
The face of your closest friend, smiling brightly at you,
The warm touch of a hand grasping yours.
Do not let your mind sail away on a boat of endless thought.
Stop. Wait. Be.
I really liked how you flowed into the opposites of each object and the repetitiveness of the "Stop. Wait. Be." It shows the simplicity of life.
ReplyDeleteI like the repetition and how it changes.
ReplyDeleteI love the vocabulary and the way you can almost hear the sounds used in your poem, sort of like onomatopoeia.
ReplyDeleteI liked how you included a lot of imagery in your poem. It does a great job on allowing me to accurately visualize the setting of your poem.
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