performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The warning of the grass seed floating in the wind.
“ I can see beyond the mountains, but only when the sunsets. And when it comes to pass, I wait until sunrises. To descend beyond the mountains. To find what I had seen in the absence of the light. In this total state of darkness, I see beyond the graze. The troubles of the flowers that tithes to the rain. For I am a seed blown by the wind. I can see the direction of the sun, the shadow of the land, but that does not factor in my final resting place. I glide with no strength of my own; guided by the force of thee above. I witness the uncertain destruction of the scenery, as it changes its colors from green to crimson. I have forgotten the melody of the wind. So engrossed at the beauty of the flowers glowing in the moonlight, that I had forgotten what I was meant to do and become; grass. For this I fear:
By Tiffany Wiggins4 years ago in Poets
