Poetry

Meet me in the Forest Sole
I want to run when
times are neat and clean,
sinking away into the mud,
covered with new rain and wind.
Meet me when I am
out of state,
shrouded in leaves as they
find me.
As the dew finds paths to my soul—
the soles of my feet
or a part of my metaphorical heart—
and I will be there
for as long as my eternity
decides to last.

-Aberswyth



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I feel as though I should
fade
Static dust on winter's edge
I cannot just wait
still ever
Or the freeze will hurt from
within
To my outer layer.
Just go if you have no
knowledge
Whatsoever of the state I am in
That freeze will just
blow
You in.
And let the
Petrified trees engulf
The night thoughts of
impending
wicked ignorant things,
assumptive—
Let me be in this
cold
Of your arms
if you will not know me.
And if you ever decide
to lift this
icy page from our
Clear ink soul
How about instead, you
Find me,
and not
The shrouding frost.

-Aberswyth



Mint and Silver
Bitter tastes of mint leaves
Leave my mouth wary


The touch of a silver heavy
Wolf band from my father
I fidget with it every day
Not minding the cold front.


Mint always makes me wonder
How things can be so pure.

-Aberswyth



Mr. Story
Mr. Story
Oh, poor Mr. Story
How his life ended like that
And he was brought to his glory.
He has begun and ended
Many a time
Tragically and happily
All just about the same.
But one day,
He didn’t end.
And couldn’t end
For he was stuck
And he lay in a dark corner
For the rest of his
Forever life.

-Aberswyth


A Boat in the Grass
What is this I see?
A person in a boat
Travelling across the grass!
Where is the water?
Oh, where would it go?
Up in the air?
Would it form into snow?
Oh, person
Travelling through the grass in a boat.

-Aberswyth