My Poetry Page

Glass Pond

I walk across the old wooden bridge

My hands rest on the golden railing beside me

As I walk

I hear the creaking of wood

I feel the humid air settle on my skin

The sun smiles down on colorful plants

Water lily’s pop out of the glass pond

Willows sway in the gentle wind

Tiny crickets chirp in the distance

Leaves rustle with laughter

Thoughts start to pile in my mind

I realize how the golden bridge holds me

I realize the pond I stand above gives me smiles

I realize how quickly time goes by

Because what feels like seconds

Can be minutes

Or hours

I realize how lucky I am

And I feel satisfied

I walk off the old wooden bridge

And once again, I feel satisfied

From an Illusion

I’m from a separate world filled with curiosity and funny faces

 

I’m from Penelope and Flurry

From a small, flowery room

From a flying ballerina

From a thousand shiny snowflakes

 cold against my tiny nose

I’m from a warm cup of coco

 

I’m from a smiling face covered in blue frosting

From a runaway, curious child

From water wishing twins

From underwear pirates

I’m from “Sita” to “Alyssa”

 

I’m from a dream,

 An illusion that never stops circling in my mind

I’m from a place where nothing makes sense

A place where nothing has to make sense