Poetry – Page 5 – Alexis Veenendaal

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Sky of gulls
and whispered wind
and murmured soft
the crowded din

She said close your eyes
and tell me all
and I saw black, red
stars too far
and told her so
but she just smiled
and with her heart

A poem about living in a world of division and distrust.

Because I said so,
Just do what you’re told,
Ask too many questions
And you’re out of the fold.

Believe what you should,
It’s a matter of l

We are made of lines and shapes,
so easily connected.
And with a pencil we can make
our art form, undirected.

Shading lines and smudges,
is

I look at you, if you were floor,
then down on ground
would be my sky, and grounded
I would be no more.

Hope is a draught
that all of us drink
without reading labels,
so we actually think
“it must be possible
since I think it so”
but brains hav

There once was a woman,
Named Sara Harding.
In the year 20-something
her midlife was starting.
Her hair nearly gray
And her mind turned a

A poem about perspective, growth, and religion.

Bumblebee
who flies so strange
and hits the glass
on window pane,
why slam your head
over again?
The glass is solid,
it’s double paned.
But