Lit eZine Vol 3 | p-12 | POETRY | Venus Fly Trap

SHORT POEM

VENUS FLY TRAP
by Tymber Aldaine

I remember when 
these walls rained white.

If it made a sound,
I bet it would mimic 
—television static 
—A soundwave,
a flatline; white noise.


Well, 
it's a blank sheet 
of paper, really
—life is.

It's how 
you capture 
and frame it.

It's a landscape 
you can fill endlessly,
a drafting table, 
to shape realities. 

Our mind 
is limited 
to how we
perceive things.

Its reach 
only relies 
on our thumbs.

That's why 
everybody should 
paint theirs 
green.

It is only we 
who determine
its extent.

Simply, 
Imagination 
and creativity
hold no rules.

Let it breathe.
Don't leave it; 
live it.

Besides, 
aren't we all 
just writing 

to explain
the complicated 
science of life
with our 
very own words? 
Yes! 
Exactly, Poetry.

See!
I have a sound mind.

Now,
take off this 
ridiculous jacket,
before my guests
think
we're crazy.