Cross Posted From MTC

Eden

He contemplates life,
the tender sprouts amidst
a world of brown
striving ever upward-
a defiance of gravity.

Tiny rivulets run,
swift along innocent fingers
and pool
vast as oceans
to his azure eyes.


Ok, so it's not an incredibly stunning piece, I'm willing to admit that. But what it is, is the first piece of poetry I've written in well over a year. Not real fond of the final lines- they seem, I don't know, cheap, or abrupt or something. It's a start, though.