Snow: A New Beginning. (Poetry Sunday*)

A New Beginning.

I wasn’t planning on writing anything about the snow, but something changed my mind.

As I was walking home last night in yet another snow storm.

I felt each and every single snow flake that fell and made contact with my bare skin.

I looked around and for once in a long-time it was quiet and peacful, just me and my thoughts.

Not even a single soul outside besides me and Mother Nature, walking together holding hands.

No sounds of roaring car engines, no artificial lights, tire tracks or footsteps.

Just the sound of me breathing, the sound of the wind and the snow crunching beneath the soles of my shoes.

I can see everything around me despite all of the snow flakes that have found their final resting place on my glasses.

I can even see my breath each time I exhale, I feel num and forget about the cold and how much my hands are hurting.

It’s then I realized  that there isn’t a sight more prettier than virgin snow.

Untouched by modernization and the filth of the city staining its pale white skin.

I love the snow, because it reminds me of the way things were meant to be, Mother Nature in its purest form.

Using the world as her canvas, painting it all white.

As if it’s her way of hitting the reset button and giving us a fresh new start.

Tomorrow is a brand new day.

Written By Rodoël John Rooi

Poetry Sunday* Yeezy Taught Me.

Society

When we look up all we see is a roof

We can't even see the sky, isn't the sky supposed to be the limit?

Heaven's in our faces but we can't touch it

Instead we're limited by having a roof over our heads

Aren't we supposed to be happy? Have we become that ungrateful? Consumed by greed?

All a roof does is protect us from all the harsh elements out there

But we can't even call this a home, because the walls are so cold and empty
A false sense of security

A project that will forever be under construction

Us.

Written By Rodoël John Rooi

White* Poem

White

White sees seat next to Black, White chooses to stand
White sees Black approaching, White holds on to bag
White sees Black & White holding hands, disgusted White looks away
White sees Black at night, terrified White crosses the street
White sees White at night, White feels safe
But when White trusts White
White ends up .....

Written By Rodoël John Rooi

Forbidden Fruit* Poem

Forbidden Fruit

I can hear it
I can see it
I can smell it
I can touch it
I can feel it
I can hold it
I can have it
But I can't.

Written By Rodoël John Rooi

Darkness*

Darkness*

What's the point of staring in the dark, if you can't see anything?

Written By Rodoël John Rooi