Poems from Rachel Genevieve
Hello! I'm a writer from Texas. I'm more used to writing prose, but I write poetry from time to time. I like literature, folklore, theology, and tea. I'm a Christian, so some of my poetry may reflect this.
Mid-January is the silent time.
This time all printed words have ignored.
This day the whole of them fall quiet.
They dare not to speak...
Empty, flat, white sky,
Cracked with black tree branches.
The grass is yellow.
A small grey squirrel,
Twitches his great, bushy tail,
Then bounces away.
A tree cast from iron stands proud by the wall,
This tree does not bloom, nor lose leaves in the fall.
It does not give almonds, leaves,...
1. The waves are thick with seaweed, soft and baubled with thread-like strands. The waves are green and glassy, tipped with bubbles of...