Here's another one of my poems...and it's by itself cause I really liked this background...thought it went with the poem, kinda.
Grass
Looking across the sea
Of grass, I can see myself in
Long petticoats, racing my
Sister Carrie down the hill.
I never held much
With petticoats, though. Hot,
Long, and not worth the
Trouble they cause.
Looking across the sea
Of grass, I can see myself nude,
With wings, a cupid, flitting
Through the flowers and sun.
I never held much
With the whole nude thing, though. I'd
Feel overexposed, underexercised, and
Steeped in humiliation.
Looking across the sea
Of grass, I can see myself, hands
Interlocked with my lover's, spinning
In wild circles until we collapse.
I never held much
With all that romance stuff, though.
Because no man is ever
As romantic as my white knight.
Looking across the sea
Of grass, I see my life coming
And going, like the waves of the
Wind, ever-changing.
I never held much
With philosophy junk, though. I'd
Rather see a sea of grass, and
Enjoy the beauty of nature.
