3 Poems

Poetry is:

A plain of barren grass
icy mountains look like broken glass
but to love this land is to amass
a crystal breeze and golden trash

A foggy, dream-like shower
that grows in your mind like a rising flower
and to love this touch is a soaring power
that feeds your mind and makes it grow louder

An underwater sound
that makes your body race and pound
and to abandon this light is to die on the ground
so travel through sleep and write to be found

Question format in response to Harlem by Langston Hughes

Where did a dream go?
it died and was forgotten
six feet under,
but with no cross to mark it's slumber

Where did a night go?
dawn was always seeping at the corners
it dissolved into the universe,
stealing secrets from a broken curse

Where did a life go?
it was thrown into a cycle
it followed every other road
a substantial place but nothing to show

Reaction to Art: The Persistence of Memory by Salvador Dali

The memories are persistent
a sour thought
and then you've been caught
in a paradox remaining resistant

The time is limp and lame
a trapped sensation
is still and surreal occasion
in a world that feels like sharp shame

The shadows are fundamental
a space wrapped with mystery
a face warped through history
in a night that is stained sentimental.