Moonlit Daffodils, par Julia W | poèmes, essais et nouvelles sur Poeticous

Julia W

Julia W

Moonlit Daffodils

Theres gold on the tips of my lashes, blinking off into this sunlit world around me. Today the earth is so raw, I feel every bit of it inside me, turning me inside out. Im breathing in the life of the birds, as their wings carve words into the sky above me. Their feathers pulling behind them every last bit of energy that slept along the ocean. At night the sky will carve its stars into my spine and they will dance inside of me, lighting up the world that spins inside my chest. I’ll walk along the willow trees and get lost amongst the daffodils, and smile as they sing me to sleep. The clouds burst into my lungs as I paint them on my canvas stained with wildflowers, as do the trees that ripped into my skin as I wrote of them on the backs of my hands. The ocean is loud in my eardrums as well as my bones, as I lay beneath the setting sun, watching her waves crash into each other as if they were in love. The moon he tells me I dream too much, but his voice was still when I said its always of him.

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Cory Garcia

11a

I bet there is not a heart on earth you could not melt with your writing :)Good job sister poet :)

Julia W

11a

I absolutely love your comments!!! :))

Sarrettaa

11a

Absolutely beautiful. Your writing connects with Mother Earth so well. Its like almost being part of nature :)

Julia W

11a

That's exactly the feeling I'm aiming for! Thanks so much!

Julia W

11a

What a beautiful comment, thank you so much!

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