bluemeadowmist
American
I'm Amy. I think I wrote my first poems {many moons ago} around the age of 10 or 11. I know for sure I was writing more frequently at age 12. Around this time is when I came up with the word bluemeadowmist. I just loved the way these three little words meshed together. It has been mine ever since, lurking in the shadows, waiting for my creativity to bloom. I must admit that poetry has been slightly distant in my life as the poetry of photography has taken over. I am anxious to share my words here, as only few have seen them, and hope that my poetry will be sparked again once more.
the twilight
of my soul
eclipsed by darkness
encases me towards endlessness
the whispers of time
guard me
~hover~
won't let me go
i wonder
i keep things close
i may never be again
October 2000
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 8:41 PM UTC
places
whisper thoughts
memories
time
escapes
into you
i know
the secrets
that lie
deep
but find it
hard
to track them down
hold them
in my hands
we search
through time
but find that
we are timeless
we wait for
existence
to enrapture us
the shades of light
twist
in and out of dark
moments
scramble
towards an understanding
coded to follow us
sunfire
burns
my soul
heats us
we melt into another
defined by
what we can only be
dust circles us
shadowing
the truth
we hide
in black
never to surface
November 1, 1998
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 8:19 PM UTC