The Heron

The Heron

( cypress skies; the lands of bounty
twirling swirling chaos
it went like this:
she saw the light
but the heron cared
not for it
he simply
flew
away
distraught and confused
lunar people
knelt down
and prayed for the end of times
the burning cities
lit up the horizon
it was beautiful. )

wow, simple yet so descriptive. you really are good. and i'm not just saying that. keep on writing!

i wondered why your poems are in brackets.

well i say wonderED. but i still am.


O.o

i think that it's only this one that i put in parentheses. but i did it because i read a poem by ken kesey, and i thought that it was interesting. not sure what it implies, but i like the aesthetic that it lends to it.