Certainty’s Mystique.
One day
I drove past our grove
The brilliant trees echoing
The charming street
Except
The trees were vapid
Vacant, sick
They need rest
Their beauty seemed so certain
Untouchable
The vibrant green turned murky
Full leaves that dried, crippling the pavement
What seemed so sure
Met time
The radiant youth
Reinforced the grove
Preparing for a new season
One where their growth
Required patience to the perceivers
Yesterday
I drove past our grove
Flowers sung on leaves that sprinkled the deep hues
Greens I had never seen
Melodies of the wind
Aided in certainty’s mystique
Seasons embraced
The change
That keeps the grove
Free.
Karma’s Stride
On nights like these
When well known streams
Pile from my eyes
Into dedicated lakes
Of disappointment
I wonder
If the wise, majestic waters
I cultivated
Were deserved
If the streams riddled
By budding deception, agony
Are just a consequence
A reprisal
Of karma’s stride
That has followed me here
Caught me finally
All that I had be running from
Running through my eyes onto the cold pavement
The seeds I had sewn
Blossoming just in time for spring.
Sofía Folwarski is a proud multiracial writer, accrediting her Nicaraguan, Filipina and Polish heritage to her artistic identity. She writes poetry, screenplays, and short stories for now, but is open to creativity always and how that wishes to be expressed. In her free time she enjoys singing, watching movies (specifically psychological thrillers, horror and romance), and learning new languages, right now: Portuguese.