detached
scarlet splatters on the sky
gentle sweeps of chilly wind
kissing tiny spears of grass
playing with dark hair
throwing strands into cocoa eyes
whispering rustles of verdant leaves
marking the abode of solitude
something never seen—no, never felt
never understood
lingers in the foreground
observed, but never experienced
silence dictates the land
forcing a barrier between
society and that grassy knoll
between the individual and the world
gentle sweeps of chilly wind
kissing tiny spears of grass
playing with dark hair
throwing strands into cocoa eyes
whispering rustles of verdant leaves
marking the abode of solitude
something never seen—no, never felt
never understood
lingers in the foreground
observed, but never experienced
silence dictates the land
forcing a barrier between
society and that grassy knoll
between the individual and the world
♠ ♠ ♠
So, another Intro to Creative Writing assignment. Poetry is really not my thing, but I think this is probably one of the better results of that section of the class. I'm honestly just trying to post a few things for my own benefit. In any event, I'm really not going to explain what exactly was in my head or what I'm getting at with this. After all, this is a writing site, so you guys should be able to figure it out, right?