Perspective

Perspective

The sky still bleeds though summer has long passed;
Grass tickles my knees, mud-stained feet follow,
Earthly acapella falls into sleep.

Childlike body with adult-like mind meets
          Aged body melded with an infant mind:
Do you know which of us has grown the most?
          Are you certain that we have grown at all?
Do you still wear the veil to hide from Fate?
          The berries are fair, ambrosia-sweet;
Even the Gods fall prey to rotting fruit.
          The bees still hum through heated zephyrs here;
Empty hives cannot fertilise flowers.

          Stay, sit with me and watch the seasons change.
Rise, flourish with me, away from this place.

Notes

Notes

Below are some notes about this piece, including the thoughts and external inspirations that occurred during its creation. 
Bear in mind, this is simply what I was thinking of when I wrote these poems and what they mean to me. If you interpreted them differently, that does not diminish how you felt as the reader nor the correctness/incorrectness of what you were thinking. 
Perspective [2022] was my first attempt at a sonnet. I wanted it to be as if two people were speaking to each other. It was inspired by a photo from Sibella Court's 'Imaginarium'. 
sonnet

Below are some notes about this piece, including the thoughts and external inspirations that occurred during its creation.
Bear in mind, this is simply what I was thinking of when I wrote these poems and what they mean to me. If you interpreted them differently, that does not diminish how you felt as the reader nor the correctness/incorrectness of what you were thinking. Poetry is subjective, and so is being alive.

“Ambrosia” is the food and drink of the Greek/Roman Gods.
“Zephyrs” are soft, gentle breezes.

Sources: 

Sibella Court