Sorrow drowns on dry land

Inspired by a review Kayleigh left on one of my poems

 

 

Standing at a distance,

staring at outlines

on a rock face outcropping

Buried deep beneath

an ancient rose garden

 

Rusted iron bars

chained and bolted,

left for dead as brittle petals

find a funnel cloud forming

and dance in a whirlwind mosaic

 

Disguised bold lettering

of forgotten fonts,

curl and peel as bark

from a crying birch tree

waiting for spring so it can start anew

 

Sunlight smears blue sky dreams

in finger paint colors

designing the moment

in portraits of a heart - this heart

basking in your glow

 

And as your smile approaches

the earth rejoices, pine tree party hats

hibiscus streamers wave

as a happy ending reigns

at the end of this poem - with the deceptive title

 

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

Oh yeah, nice.
Can I get fist bump?

[willweb]

I was thinking a high five...but that is odd two :)

[Matching Socks]

I'm being beaten at my own game.
Time to get even.

[willweb]

I hope the odds are in your favor and you don't just multiply the problem.

[Matching Socks]

I got a big army to divide and conquer...

[willweb]

I've got a few of my own if you need sum.