I will grow.
I will reach the stars.
I don’t care about the graves
or the mausoleums.
I don’t care
The Dead
walk the night.
I will grow leaves.
I will stay here.
I will stay alive.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
I will grow.
I will reach the stars.
I don’t care about the graves
or the mausoleums.
I don’t care
The Dead
walk the night.
I will grow leaves.
I will stay here.
I will stay alive.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
Nature takes back.
It waits.
Patient.
For time to pass.
Every so slowly.
Then it reaches in.
And takes back its own.
Red is the grass beneath me.
Dry is the air I must breathe.
Roots spiral from my battered core.
The earth will shelter and protect me.
I will flourish in this forsaken place.
paul caponigro
MY DEAR SUNFLOWER
Can you grow in the dark,
Or do you need a light?
I will see on a lark
If you grow in the night.
The light grows dim.
Shadows take the day.
I can see you,
Standing up to pray.
Your arms spread out wide.
Your face to the moon.
You never need to hide.
It will be the day soon.
BLUE FANTASY
A perfect blue.
For me and you.
Curving to the sky.
Aiming up so high.
A spot of bright sun.
So light and so fun.
Blue it will now grow.
Pretty as a bow.
Snow on me.
Freeze me.
Hit my leaves with winds.
Rain on me.
Hail on me.
Drench my leaves.
Heat me.
Light me.
Grow my leaves in the sun.
A touch of pink in the night.
I do not need too much light.
I sprout in the spring for you and me.
A prettier sight you will not see.
Respect needs to be nurtured.
It needs to be in the sunshine.
It needs to grow unhampered.
It needs to be shared.
But most of all,
It needs to be earned.
MOONSHADOW
I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.
I will try with all my might
To live in the bright sunlight.
I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.
My petals are white as snow
Because of this fact I know.
I will never be awake at day
No matter how hard I wish and pray.
For I live in the shadow of the moon
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.
Safe and secure.
Beneath the bridge.
Rain splashing free.
Wild on its journey.
Watering the trees.
Filling the grass.
Life for the flowers.
Puddles for the concrete.
A splash.
A spray.
Cold on my face.
Alive.
Surrounding me.
With life.