I've been pretty busy lately with extra work, study etc. and I guess I should probably update you. I didn't really have much to post but since I haven't really done something to do with creative writing as such recently, I thought I should probably redress the balance. Below is a poem that I wrote about a month ago, it's my latest work that's been subject to some finishing touches. See what you think about it and as always, let me know!
RITE OF SPRING
Those birds, I can hear their caws.
My eyes focus up towards a cyan sky.
The sun so warm, the ice of winter it thaws.
Insects return buzzing, from the season in which they died.
A brand-new year under the same prior laws.
A glade, unto my body it provides the shade.
This locus, from blossoms so simple it was made.
My hand brushes the grass, with a twitch of the tongue.
My feet carry me dreamily on, down a walkway so tranquil and
long.
I find myself so distant and alone.
Perfection of peace; an inspiring epitome.
This eye of a storm in which I reside,
The centre of what you should feel inside.
Look upon the earth, let your eyesight dwell;
Listen to the rivers and birds, I urge you listen well.
Tell me now: can you taste the solitude inside of this
citadel?
It can be silent sometimes, no birds or natural rhymes:
I’m silent all the time, by this season I’m defined.
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