Flowerfed

From first person plural

When we were flowerfed
and mosssshoed moved
on sun-stained streets,
we never thought
of starlit winter’s snow
and how much
its whiteness seemed
like corpses in a morgue,
cause, when we
were young we weren’t
afraid of death
and only pitied age.

To second person singular

When you were flowerfed
and mosssshoed moved
on sun-stained streets,
you never thought
of starlit winter’s snow
and how much
its whiteness seemed
like corpses in a morgue,
cause, when you
were young you weren’t
afraid of death
and only pitied age.

A second poem written for my own prompt on dVerse MTB were we work on shifting the perspective.

I think the poem changes completely. The first seems like two friends talking, the second to me is like a grandparent speaking to a grandchild reaching adulthood.

What do you think?

November 7, 2019

7 responses to “Flowerfed

  1. I appreciated the challenge but couldn’t wrap my head around doing it. Perhaps because my perspective on life has changed as I aged. When I tried to change the “I” to “You” it didn’t seem honest since I know how I feel but do not know how You feel. Maybe I am not creative enough to write fantasy yet.

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