Life is Good...and Poetry

I realize it's been awhile. I apologize. I think I may have bit off a little much this semester with 18 credit hours sooo I've just been trying to stay on top of that. It's been great though! I love love LOVE my roommate and life is good. I've decided I am going to share some more of my poetry with ya'll so hope you enjoy! Still rough drafts though...that's a very important detail to keep in mind. lol If you have any suggestions or advice or anything whatsoever let me know! =)


 Who I Am

As I ride on the back,

The green beast grumbles.

We’ve named it John and labeled it a deer

But neither fit as the tires roll along.

I wipe my face with my t-shirt:

Black.

Every inch of me is covered,

Covered in that which gives us life.

That which, in a way,

Gives everything life.

Bright green sprouts are born from it

Each day.

My eyes scan the land I work.

Like opening a crayola box

A myriad of green fills my view

Violet wild flowers and grey-blue rivers are thrown in.

It’s as if I’ve been in a toaster,

My skin is browned and it’s radiating heat

As the sun beats down,

Bleaching strands of my dark hair.

My body is tired and worn

But I don’t want to go inside.

This is my land, this is my home.

This is my pride.

I’m a girl doing a man’s work

But I don’t mind.

Covered in soil,

I’ve never felt so alive.

I Couldn’t Help but Notice

I spot her sitting

There, her beneath the tree.

Her dark hair is salted with grey…but just a little.

Olive skin peppered with sun spots…but not too many.

A black skirt and white blouse

Cover her features and

Reveal her secret:

This is no ordinary day.

Muscles rigid,

Only her brown eyes move

Darting, searching, waiting.

Is he coming?

Is he coming or will she be left,

Alone?

Stood up

Like every time before.

Still…she waits.

Maybe he’ll come.

Maybe this time they’ll fall in love.

Maybe.