Getting smaller

 

No eyes. No ears. No mouth.

No sight. No hearing. No voice.

I am all belly, I am all hunger

What am I?

The noisy world

I wake up to
the noises outside and inside

...I go back to sleep

Mourning

In a pretty yellow dress

I'm blooming in the glorious sun

Bright and fragrant are season's songs

with wondrous sights in the horizon

A sweep, a struggle

And the darkness crawls over 

First a nibble, then a mouthful

i am consumed, whole 

In a shroud, covered in the smell of darkness

The waves of loss hit me, toss me

In the deep i drown

Cleansed, I am thrown ashore

Fragile, resilient

I mourn again and again 

I live again and again