Memorial Day Poem: Crisp Like New Contacts
Poem: Crisp Like New Contacts
It’s a beautiful morning
Cast on an early evening.
The sun softly kisses the buildings
With a soft whisper of life.
And the architecture is distinctive
And ready for chaos
In the middle of the night.
Life seems to move cleaner in a full sun night.
Like wearing contacts for the first time
Life is crisper or at least
Your line of vision meets a crisp surface
And the world acute defines itself in the sunset.
I’m struggling trying to hold onto something
That I don’t know exactly what it is.
Loberg, E. (2013). Memorial Day Poem: Crisp Like New Contacts. Psych Central. Retrieved on December 2, 2015, from http://blogs.psychcentral.com/manic-depression/2013/05/25/ready-to-enjoy-your-memorial-day-weekend-yeah-you-are-with-some-shine/