From the soul

This poem is about the indescribable feeling of happiness...

The cold grass breathes between my toes,

Life feels full and rich against a fiery sunset,

I can almost feel its warmth against my feet frozen on the ground.

Then I wait. Not for something, not for anything.

Within the soft breath of the life around me, and then I can feel my own coming back.

The fullness of the beauty removes the worthlessness that stings me,

removes the hate that cuts into my soul, slowly, surely.

A warmth that doesn't come from sunsets sets aside A coldness not from morn' dew,

and sadly it only sets it aside as if the warmth knows it won't be there forever,

as if it knows the moment I leave I will almost welcome the cold I'm so familiar with.

thought makes warm tears streak down my face,

If only I knew, If only I could tell my self what I would be missing, I plead I can.

Author's Note

I guess I just feel weird things sometimes and a lot of times my poetry comes out like wow... ok I didn't get that so just tell me what you think please. (don't worry I can take criticism, they say it makes you better) Thanx!

Reviews

[Marina]

I love your choice of words.
You can see the picture in your head. It's absolutley amazing.
And it's almost like you can feel the cool grass breathing between your cold feet.

This is such a good poem.
Great job. I love it!

XxStaySweet,
Rina