Monday, June 13, 2011

The Pennies We Wished Upon

The mountains were waiting,
When their water had evaporated.

Like a silk twister entering the skies.

Invisible and harmless particles whither and combine.

Condensation, candlelight.
Nature lives the cycle we fight.

Circular motions to continue a breathing Earth.
Suffocating fumes of innocence lost long ago..

Beneath the soil, among the trees,
The absolute panoramic liberties.

Dream on violent winds.
Run on paper ground.

Rain runs the crevasses of the mountains that were told,
To end in a fountain of providence where wishes sold.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

just wanted to say, i've been reading through your blog and your previous posts, and your words are just ... fantastic. some of the ways you describe things, stun me. you're incredibly wise, and reading what you've been through, i don't feel so alone anymore. you've helped me to think, more so than i have in a while, and made me confront some things i didn't want to face.

please, keep writing. thankyou.

Brittany said...

Wow. This truly brought tears to my eyes. If I could help anyone through my words that is enough to give me happiness for a lifetime. I don't ever plan on quitting writing, it is my only real constant in life. Its always here for me. And the fact that you just sent such a beautiful comment, wonderful person - that just inspires and motivates me to go on forever.

Anonymous said...

i'm glad you don't plan on quitting, you're right, the ability to write can never be taken away from you.

i also wanted to say (sorry if this induces more tears) that i admire you so much for writing about exactly what you feel, and just what you want to say, with no boundaries or cares about what others might think. it's so refreshing, and i don't know if you realise how much of a talent writing from the heart truly is. believe me, when i say your talent for this is truly exceptional.

thankyou, again!

rivercat said...

i agree, i love to see this type of poetry free of shackles and chains
wonderful
xo

Crying With A Sense Of Human

Brittany said...

Thank you so much. It means a lot to me.

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