But mum, All the cool kids are doing it...

And by 'it' I mean writing poetry on their blogs XD
Well, this'll show 'em, because as with all other art forms I approach poetry as if the key aim is to baffle my audience with cryptic metaphors.

Skin crawling over my bones,
To find it's way home,
Slide my features tectonic,
Back into frames organic,
Let leaves sprout between my skin,
Bark for flesh, ever growing,
Let me be Jack, who bears the green,
Reborn each year, never seen,
Let me leave behind rhyme's locks,
Let me instead root music in the rocks,
Let me be in the shaking breath,
Let me die with summer's death,
Let me draw deeply the air,
Let me do away with every care,
Cares thrown to the wind, no rhymes now to anchor,
Let poesy throw chains unheeded, I shall not go to her call any longer,
Like bees,
Drawn to milk-dew honey,
To the sky by dawn.


Maybe some free writing would do better... Bah, see you soon lovies.

Kisses,
The Kie.