Beneath The Tree

When I came to
I'd find myself beneath the tree.
How strange it is,
the moonlight cast upon my eye.

Echoes and whispers abound,
strange insignificance as it were.
What is the nature of echoes?
I am too tired to wonder.

But to see,
but to feel,
thoughts wonder abound.
Like waves on a shore,
ever changing, never whole.

I've kept it for too long,
a moment in fleeting seconds.
What is the nature of whispers?
I am too tired to wonder.

To a humming tune,
the self wanders away.
Closed eyes
and parallel signs,
not enough to wake me yet.

Though it is still strange to see,
that I'd find myself
beneath this tree.

Welcome!

Hello everyone.

Since I didn't get bio 240, I now have a lot of time on my hands and I feel like I need a creative outlet. I'll be doing photography here as well along with poetry now that I do have a lot of time to myself so you can expect words and pictures! Mind you, these will not be the kinds of poetry that you will be accustomed to...no rules, no limits, just words.

I have in mind a few projects I want to do alone and with some people so stay tuned and perhaps you will be inspired by these words and photos!