Changing Perspective

poem in iambic tetrameter rhyming quatrains

 

Changing perspective

 

 A patchwork quilt of sunlit fields

Is visible as grey mist yields

 to the majesty of the sun.

 

The morning mist and night shadows

 are well aware that they must go

Now that a new day has begun.

 

The distant hills which I now see

Become for me reality

Now that the mists have fully gone.

 

No longer just a fantasy,

a half forgotten memory.

I wandered happily alone.

 

 I did not lack for company

I had my book of poetry.

What more could any poet need

 except a quiet spot to read.

 

31/08/2009

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Reviews

[Magdelena]

This is wonderful.. I am in wonder-land as always, with your words.. This was so peaceful and serrene that I found myself wishing to curl up with a good book and sit by the stream outside my backyard.

Loved it!


Mag xx
(Moonie)

[Tate Morgan]

Love the intricacies 3rd stanza last word 4th stanza last word need a better rhyme But I get lost in the beauty of the intricacies of your work
tate

[Astrid Hamilton]

This makes me want to go to a quiet spot that is all my own
and sit down with a great poetry anthology and just lazily spend the afternoon day
reading a great poem, like this, which is right in every beat of the pentamenters
and reads like a classical poem.