A poem about living deep in an unfamiliar city, and being woken up by what you'd expect in the city in the AMs... Enjoy, and let me know your thoughts in the comments!
Tag: creative writing
A poem for lazy mornings in the countryside
A poem for desire
A poem for rage
Poems for broken hearts
Inside the ship, missing re-entry.
The feeling, he realised, watching the pale blue dot grow smaller by barely noticeable, increasingly fatal increments, was like straining to see family wave goodbye in his wingmirror before turning a corner. Yes. Drifting away from Earth felt very much like that. An almost ordinary feeling and not as terrifying as he imagined.