Poem 03- Thank you, W.W.
I thought it might be fun to publish some of the poetry I worked on last year during school. None of this has been seen before, all of it is original, some of it I am proud of. This one is titled “thank you W.W.”
Brown, brittle pages float between my fingers
words from Whitman whisper along the pages
telling stories of nature and its wonders
His voice reverberates with ever intricate detail
the world around me comes alive with every breath
and of his
green leather grasps the words and warms my hands
the whispers cease as I close the doors on the outside world
dead trees leave my cradle for another
we’ll sojourn until the next study
until then I read the words of the world.