I'll post one for today. Others will come later, as I feel like it, I suppose. Poetry helps me get my feelings out sometimes, but at other times, I'll do it just for fun or experimentation. So, if I post up a depressing poem or a happy piece, it doesn't necessarily mean that it is my current mood.
True Story
by Jerri/Leah7
The mermaid yearns and yearns for that living
Without the restriction of aqueous movement
And constantly wondering what her hair weighs.
As the spell is cast, she reaches the surface
To truly breathe it in for the first time
And she slowly but surely learns to walk.
The newborn human walks on the sand and learns
The way of the wind, the way of earth stillness,
How dry food tastes, and how to climb trees.
And she hates it,
Because she cannot reach the sky.
by Jerri/Leah7
The mermaid yearns and yearns for that living
Without the restriction of aqueous movement
And constantly wondering what her hair weighs.
As the spell is cast, she reaches the surface
To truly breathe it in for the first time
And she slowly but surely learns to walk.
The newborn human walks on the sand and learns
The way of the wind, the way of earth stillness,
How dry food tastes, and how to climb trees.
And she hates it,
Because she cannot reach the sky.