Poetry and Prose Collection II
*all writing pieces originally from Instagram @mi.haloes*
“the moon”
When the moon talks,
our ears listen to its stories.
When the moon laughs,
our eyes glimmer with hope and inspiration.
When the moon shares,
our smiles shine louder and brighter.
But when the moon listens,
our minds become one with the ever-growing universe.
(2021, Sept 3)
“the elegant and dying rose”
The elegant rose,
It stands for love, devotion, commitment and passion.
It shows its beauty while concealing its body with a green thread of spikes,
To avoid its transparent grave in a vase.
How can something so beautiful have such a lonely end,
or is it an end with recognition and grace?
We may never know…
I assume one must become the dying rose to understand its dilemma of death’s tranquility or burden.
(2021, Sept 6)
“peafowl”
Deep into the lush vibrant forest,
A green and blue feathered bird drapes its wings across the grass.
Its ornaments fall from his train as it waltz,
Leaving behind a trail for one to remember.
With his head held high,
The peacock’s eyes graze the peahen…
A being so different yet alike.
Her neutrality blends into his own vibrancy,
Creating a kaleidoscope of nature.
A kaleidoscope of the peafowl for the world to fall in love with.
(2021, Sept 8)
“There I lay”
There I lay
Upon the roses and thorns
Wishing that one day the dirt floor would swallow me whole and let me drown within my grave
But there I lay
Unmoving and wishful as the wind brushes my face and the grass tickles my neck until the midnight in my mind fades away
The night sky resides in my mind
The night sky belongs in my mind
But sometimes
It just understands when the sun might need to shine
Thank you my midnight mind
Thank you my roses and thorns grave
Thank you for showing me how to love the light
I will never choose to give you away
and forget as I lay upon my roses and thorns
(2021, Sept 10)
