Challenge
Our Lovely Broken Minds.
Write some poetry on mental health. Unburden yourself.
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Rainforest
A storm approaches.
Crashing winds.
The sea, it churns.
Free will means little.
The rain begins.
Animals, trees, drenched.
Weeping leaves collapse,
teardrops for a better day.
Across the horizon,
bright fields, birds sing.
Their song is not for me.
Shivering, I stand.
Clouds follow as I roam.
Even the sun-soaked fields
would fade to gray.
The animals flee.
I heard a story once,
of how light prevails.
Why do we allow
optimists to write myths?
JimLamb
Wonderful imagery. Drenched in simmering thoughts. Especially liked the final four lines. (They echo, still.)
TheWolfeDen
@JimLamb thank you!!
TheWolfeDen
@Ruby9 love this challenge, btw
Ruby9
Beautifully executed!
Ruby9
@TheWolfeDen
TheWolfeDen
@Ruby9 thanks!
Mnezz
❤️
Taliesin
“Why do we allow Optimists to write myths” Great line now I need to decide is it Myths or myths? Both definitions fit.
TheWolfeDen
@Taliesin for me, it's myths but I would say they both work :)
Taliesin
Yes myths was my first take of your meaning. I do enjoy how both would work ;)
Chacko_Stephen
The imagery here is just *chef's kiss* This was a brilliant piece of writing! And I loved that last four lines too! It really brings us to a pause. Wonderful post <3