Saturday, 9 April 2011

NaPoWriMo. Day 9. Poem 9. Sat In A Park And Wrote This Poem

Now we taste like
The warm light of stars
There is a new art
To our steps.

We walk under bridges
And pebbled yellow paths
As the warm engine
Of summer starts.

The sky has cracked
Its lips for us to smile
At a bright blue face
Like we are looking at the ocean.

1 comment:

  1. I bet the scenery the park provided was a perfect one for this poem. I like the structure, the simplicity of it as well. My very favorite line is "There is a new art to our steps." This was refreshing to read. Thank you.