It was not perfect by any means.
It was produced by
an insomniac superhero,
powered by black coffee,
plastic falafels,
and two, terrible bruises on her legs.
A tired individual
in need of a remedy
suddenly found herself
her own hidden planet.
Past the tranquility of the resting grounds,
the malicious cow out for his revenge,
and fence that was not climbed over,
rather fallen through,
she sauntered through
the wheat and the rolling hills.
She lay her heavy shoulders
on the wildflowers,
retired her legs
until the sun shone
on someone else’s face
across the world.
It was not perfect by any means,
but when the stars began to twinkle above
and the soft breeze braided her disheveled hair,
she knew that it was close.
Chacombe, Northamptonshire, England
I really really really love your poem. It's so descriptive and uses a copious amount of imagery that really gives it an exciting tone and a sense of satisfaction and happiness towards the end. My favorite line from it is probably "She lay her heavy shoulders / on the wildflowers, / retired her legs / until the sun shone / on someone else’s face / across the world". And my favorite device used would be the repetition of "it was not perfect by any means".
ReplyDeleteThis is really well thought out! I like your soft alliteration ("sun shone/ on someone else's face"). My favorite line is probably "an insomniac superhero".
ReplyDeletePrett intellectual. I also really enjoy your alliteration here; there's a lot of it, and it fits well with the poem.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, my dude. The imagery is beautiful and I love the sense of warmth and safety it exudes. My favorite line is "insomniac superhero powered by black coffee". I really understood how safe you felt in the UK here.
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