Poetry and Pudding: Volume I, Issue 1b
I received positive feedback on my recent post about poetry and pudding—so much1, in fact, that I’ve decided to create a new series of posts. (I’m sure by now you can guess the title of that series.)
Here’s the skinny: I’ll share a poem that I may or may not have written2, and I’ll eat pudding. You can eat pudding, too.
For the first installment, I’ve included a few lines from early childhood3. It’s evidence that I thought “green” long before thinking “green” was socially acceptable—for that reason, I imagine the sheer depth will escape most readers.
Rainforests are Symbols
The Rainforests are symbols—
They are like an air purifier.
Rainforests are wide mountain ranges.
They are to us what water is to fish.
They are guardians of the sky.
Rainforests are like tall pillars,
They are a beauty of nature.
Rainforests are like a dying animal.
That’s deep.
1For future reference, I interpret all feedback as positive.
2Guest writers are welcome.
3I only wrote poetry as a child. 4 comments