Shackles of Green

 

Green grows deep in the forest.

Slithering up the tall trees.

Digging holes into the earth.

Beds of green wherever we turn.

The earth rumbles and quakes.

Yearning to free itself.

From the shackles of green. 

Tethered to its arms and legs.

Soon all is lathered in the lime color.

A mist of green encircles it all.

THE DEAD GAME

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LET IT BLOOM

Watch it bloom.
Watch it grow.

The pretty fragrance.
Sweet as perfume.
The beautiful color.
Pink like cotton candy.
Face to the sun.
As innocent as a child.
Soft petals.
Velvet to the touch.

When will it bloom?
How long do I have to wait?

I’m ready for spring.
I’m ready for flowers.

I’m eager to see the first buds.
The first blooms of the season.
How about one little rose?
That would be enough.
Let it bloom.

A ROSE FOR ME

Watch it bloom.
Watch it grow.
The pretty fragrance.
Sweet as perfume.
The beautiful color.
Pink like cotton candy.
Face to the sun.
As innocent as a child.
Soft petals.
Velvet to the touch.

When will it bloom?
How long do I have to wait?
Must I wait for the snow to fall?
Go away, snow.
I’ve had enough.
No more slush.
No more ice for me.

I’m ready for spring.
I’m ready for flowers.
I’m eager to see the first buds.
The first blooms of the season.
How about one little rose?
That would be enough.
Let it bloom.

 

INTO THE WOODS

elinka: Olari Ionut

The trees are alive.

They are moving.

They are surrounding me.

Touching me with

their skinny arms.

Throwing leaves

in my face.

They are now circling me.

Their arms reaching

up to the sky.

Closing off the light.

Blocking the sun.

Why is this happening?

What did I do to deserve this?

Hey!

Stop touching me.

Stop pulling on me.

What’s that sound?

A high-pitched sound.

Oh.

That’s my alarm clock.