Patterns

The wind is a rolling

Heavy sound

Blue and grey

Except on a summers day

The sun has no pattern

It is scattered

And empty

How can I explain

I see what others do not

Feel what should be impossible

Words were never enough

I cannot bend them just right

To tell you that the following line is tight

Concise and clear

While this one is open

A vessel for my tears

Author's Note

I could never explain this to people, everyone thinks I'm insane.

Reviews

[Bridget Murphy]

Good job! It's really well done!

Very insightful piece, Ms. Salt.

I enjoyed reading it. Very emotional and figurative, I like that it let the reader think about what it meant for them, rather than just telling them flat-outwhat the meaning behind it is.

Bravo.