ForwardA Poem by Livana Lowell
first new years poem
Like the mixing of a painter's palette
above my head another dawn sets,
black and blue sky like the ink of a pen
brushed away like a veiled curtain
I taste salt and fish in my mouth
as my eyes turn away from the north and south
and welcome paper white winds on my cheeks
against my fingers, they feel hard as seeds
I hear the melody of daffodils waltzing,
in prisms, the leaves begin gliding
as the grass bends like a smile in the east
I breathe gunpowder, raise my head above a sea
of ideas simmering in my chest like fireworks.
as my champagne lips welcome January 1st.
© 2016 Livana Lowell
AboutSooo, hello guys! Not much to say about me. I've been a writer since I was in kindergarten. I used to write stories about dinosaurs surviving the meteor (my favorites ones usually lived) because I had.. more..
People who liked this story also liked..