A Distraction
By: Lady Light
We accept acclimation
To unreasonable expectations
Because adaptation
Is easier than action.
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A Distraction
By: Lady Light
We accept acclimation
To unreasonable expectations
Because adaptation
Is easier than action.
They Speak of Change
By Lady Light
They speak of when Autumn comes the leaves shall decay and die.
The plants crunch and whine
As the air becomes vacant of life.
Necrosis takes hold with all its might,
And our plants shall die.
They speak of when Winter comes the snow shall cover the decay.
No foliage in view, no animals in sight,
Not even the sound of a nearby shrill cry.
Frost takes hold and covers all land with white,
And our plants shall despond.
They speak of when Spring comes the ice shall melt away.
Leaves turn their viridescent shade,
The snow retreats to borrow in its seasonal cave.
Water takes hold and rejuvenates the soul with passion,
And our plants revive.
They speak of when Summer comes the water shall dissipate.
Greenery sprouts,
Waiting patiently for the buzzing creatures to spread their young.
Light takes hold to bathe the land of dirtiness and begin anew,
And our plants thrive.
They speak of when the Seasons shall change,
But not of what memories past plants may have held,
And what future have the Seasons changed?
For it was all such a waste.
ICE-ey Spring
By Lady Light
Spring is a season.
A time where children shall play
And adults commemorate with reason.
Day by day,
Another man is framed.
The ticks bite their prey-
Lacking shame.
Birds sing with glee,
It’s warm outside now-
Yet it is still cold for me.
Spring is supposed to be free,
Used for celebrations instead of declarations.
Little shoes that splash in puddles of rebirth are now
Replaced with big boots that stamp on citizens of a nation.
Spring is a feeling
That all shall be filled with.
From sea, to ocean, to color, to upbringing,
The Spring I see is for every human being.
Stars
By: Lady Light
I want to touch the Stars.
To feel light and warmth
Upon my fingertips.
I want to see the Stars,
Up close, dazzling me with their
Light.
I want to hear the Stars
Sizzling, or maybe
Just
Silent.
I want to taste the stars.
To burn my tongue
Upon their purity.
I want to be a Star that
Shines for thousands of years
In the dark of night.
I want
The
Stars.
What Have You?
By: Lady Light
What have man if not a beautiful woman?
One miss who cleans,
One ma’am who brands,
Another to glean,
One more that is bland.
They all must carry beauty of a woman.
One miss who’s skin sheens,
One ma’am who smiles grand,
Another to beam,
One more to just stand.
What have women if not a man?
One miss who is a teen,
One ma’am who cannot demand,
Another to be between,
One more just for her hand.
What have I if not a man?