Poetry – Aly Writes

New Beginnings

I like the slow build-up of warmth, he said, the creeping anticipation of the lengthening days and strengthening sun and—

Even if I could unfold myself,
No amount of pressing could erase
These lines.

Give me a hammock in the woods
A book or two
And let me pretend the world has stopped for now

We make political statements with cupcakes
While half the world burns
They can’t rebuild their broken lives
With our candy floss concerns

Through the boredom in the quiet
He’d start to softly sing.

When devastating changes happen
Unexpected
Unforeseen
Seize the happiness you have and hold it close

All the love I’ve experienced
Has felt like pain
Like a bolt of lightning
Through a warm spring rain

Poetry is a term that rebuffs all definition. It is a form of literature too multifaceted, too abstract to neatly define.

She’s quietly important, but
She’s on the brink
I can feel her slipping away

from afar you can never know the hollow warmth inside