I walk softly
in the field of silent flowers
can’t you see?
With echoes in every petal
grasping at whispers of wind,
I tremble

You left behind
murmurs of sunsets past
what hope did I have?
Rustling through moonlit trees
were songs of lost faith,
I shiver

I gather my thoughts and
throw them into the wild
am I lost?
Sympathetic stars carry
memories of wandering souls,
I believe

Photo Credit: Ezra Jeffrey


For Now, I Am Winter

flurries of snow fall
in a billow of white
and hold my heart
in a soft, quiet embrace

a lost floating breath
leaves my body, ghostly
as I dream away the cold
wintertime darkness

all lies in the stillness,
in the dim of lights
the world, lazy and calm,
tucks itself in to sleep

Photo Credit: Becca Tapert

At Peace

My sister thought that she should try to write a poem out of thin air for fun, and I wrote it down as she did. Once she finished she said, “April, writing is kind of easy.” I can’t argue with that since the poem she wrote is actually quite good. We then talked about how in GCSE English Lit, we had to analyse poems and the meanings of the words and phrases used in the poems, when in reality you can write a seemingly meaningful poem without it actually having any significant meaning. Clever, isn’t it?

And so, here is her finished poem ‘At Peace’:

At peace
with the hourglass,
I sit
I watch
timeless it seems.
within each grain
lies an untold tale,
yet the tranquility
empowers the soul.
Like a flame
snapped away
by a wisp,
time is less.
You sit,
you watch.
Humble is the touch
as you embrace
each moment
the hourglass
as the grains
of eternity

Imagine you were a GCSE English Lit student, how would you analyse this poem?