This is the last assignment for Writing 201: Poetry :(. I’m going to miss it. This class has opened me up so much! This doesn’t mean I’m going stop posting poetry :o. Keep on checking for more.
Runaway and divert your anguish into limbo,
while you await the scarce value that lingers in prism.
Must not consent such ignoble symbol
why not instigate one of your thousand visions.
The corm of your choices are seeing through blossom
Were you visibly aware? Were you not aware you were visible?
Your dried errors could captivate in autumn,
is it fear, or denial, that they may be miscible?
The hardships you battle as you embrace truth,
they connect to you, as you connect with hope.
Ideally, you comfort, and you let your heart be soothed;
and intentionally, your spell proves to strobe.
The gentle breeze lifts up your silver hair,
and your firmly turn back to bare yourself.