Everything, so simple and pretty.
The garden calm with night.
On the ground, slowly awakening from strenuous hibernation,
the grill,                                                                                                                                                                                                                               light blue and lonely, rain accumulated on its lid,
reflecting the street lights,
silently playing with the wind.

The street, open and empty,
cars sleeping,
nameless bodies passing by,
while I sit and I stare
as life takes form.
Everything might seem still
but in reality things decay,
even as I write,
faces change,
like everything,
so simple and pretty.


~ by Aquatic Poetry on March 10, 2012.

One Response to “Everything”

  1. Whether or not we admit …things do indeed change..you presnet that well in your poem.

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