Sprouting

by Hannah Lizette   Jan 26, 2014


And while eternally
bare feet bounce along
the edge of a chair
that's held the hand of
many tissues,

I flick my wrist of
phantom ashes to
provide myself with a
sense of tranquility
inside an asylum
that asphyxiates any
sign of peace.

As you stuttered across
the room, I didn't dare try
to read the words from a
mouth that sharpens knifes,

you knew I was decaying
along generations of
fossilized roots,
twirling myself into a
seed-like knot, patiently
waiting for the wrath of
rain to drip into the soil
and release me from a
shelter that I never
called home.

*Copyright 2014: Hannah K.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    You have a gift Hannah <3

    Your wording within this poem makes me smile.. I adore reading your poetry because it brings me a sense of calm.. which is what I prefer when reading poetry and along with creativity comes angles that I can create in my mind while reading. Beautiful and elegant comes to my mind with this poem :-)

  • 10 years ago

    by Narph

    I think asphyxiate's should be asphyxiates.

    :)

  • 10 years ago

    by Midnight Sky

    Great job amazingly written 5/5. :-)

  • 10 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    A great piece of poetry Hannah...you write beautifully, with such emotion and imagery that I find myself being carried into another world, into the poem.

    We all feel like we are ghosts of ourselves at some point in our lives, we find we are changing and we can lose sight of ourselves often.

    Really great poetry x

  • 10 years ago

    by Robert Gardiner

    Wonderful!!!

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