My Favorite Poem Ever.

The period in the title shows just how absolute that statement was. If I might guess, I wrote this poem freshman year, during the summer (?) Anywho, it might not be very elegant or fluent or even deep. But it is still my favorite poem. Circle of life-ish.

The sun greens the trees;

it's brilliance startles my infancy,

pomegranate lips and grape jelly limbs

kiss and touch the magic of life.

My innocence wanders through

profound forest.

The sun browns the grass;

an element of surprise no longer exists,

as I racket through an abysmal routine of

lies and life and washing my dishes.

The forest is but a mile wide,

leading nowhere.

The sun rots the trees;

and they fall, one by one.

I chop away at life

speaking in a trance of old age.

With pomegranate juice staining blued lips

I soar past the sun,

an infant.

What is life,

but endless seasons of blind souls

entering and leaving the light?