There’s a valley of sand stretching across from the edges,
Nothing but sand.
When we reach the fork of the road, we shan’t burn our bridges,
But we must go overland.
Let’s let the wind decide, our coat tails billow and snap,
And carry us high.
Our surprise is soon lost in the clouds of loud thunderclap,
Open a weather eye.
I’m a sister to the spring
In a town where the sun always shines
At night the dark clouds gather
And we’ll never see the stars.
Laugher rides a yellow bicycle through,
Rain-drenched pavements reflecting blue,
Catching each raindrop like a benediction,
And swinging on sunbeams in delightful contradiction
A little poem I brushed up a bit, from my stash of hidden poems 😉 I enjoy personifying qualities, what do you think laughter would look like?
Spasmodic drops of rain delight the kookaburras mood,
Their laughter wakes the earth sodden and subdued.
A raindrop for a question, another pounding ‘why?’,
Softly when it’s pestering, a small wind for a sigh.
From deep and murky stars, rain falls like confetti,
Like a long line of laughing questions running down to the sea.
Sometimes I feel like a breeze, here and there I go,
Sometimes I feel like a whisper, whispering secrets slow.
Occasionally I feel like a lion, brave and strong and true,
Sometimes I feel like a wall, standing against any wind that blew.
Sometimes I look at the world, and people and how they live,
Sometimes I feel as if I’ve been pulled, straight through a very thin sieve.
Sometimes I wait on the corner, sometimes I wait on the road,
Sometimes I stop and lean on a tree, and slowly ease off my load.
Sometimes I walk for days, defying snow, wind and sleet,
Sometimes I am triumphant, and sometimes I am beat.
Occasionally I climb the tallest tree, just to look around,
Sometimes I lie and look at the stars, and feel the cold of the ground.
Ok, and now the word sometimes has ceased to look like a word to me 😂 hope you enjoyed this poem! I’m currently doing a daily poem project, yesterday’s poem was: No. 207 – 27/7/16
I wanted to write a lullaby but the rain’s already written one,
I wanted to paint a glad day, but that job’s been taken by the sun.
I tried to make a new flower or invent a brand new bird,
But when I went to give it a lilting song, I couldn’t find one I hadn’t heard.