Pretty Things: Poem

  

Pretty Things: Poem

Pretty things drown

You in, cannot help to own

Sun and rainbow,

Many plants and trees,

And the green leaves.

They talk and speak

To me.

I like pretty things –

A little sassy,

A little disturbed,

Maybe collectible and old,

Very bold.

Pretty things of these worlds

Pull me into roles,

Into various names and timelines.

I learned to see through poem’s lines.

Sometimes, I am shocked

And never agreed to.

Other times, I am amazed,

Cannot help falling in love too.

Pretty things that drown you in.

Please help me to grow into

Understanding the pretty things

As the cup of coffee in the mornings

And pretty views to fell in love too.

Tomshinsky@2025