Still Becoming Poem by Josh Alfred

Still Becoming



Like a snail which slithers
On its slimy stomach
I snuggle with the sand.

Shedding skin like a snake,
Slipping into my shape.

Saying silly sayings,
Stuck up in the skies.

Staring from another star.
While sitting on my sofa.

Sentiments sailing on a ship,
Sensation struck suddenly.
Sent somewhere, no sanity,

Sighs and silence.
Whispers and sounds.
Shadows of poetry
Seeing signs of symmetry.

Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: alliteration
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success