Untitled (March 30, 2007)

My first poem, written since leaving the educational system, in 1994.

Untitled

Gently the rain fell, covering me in its' tender caress,

As each drop touched my soul to it core,

Striping a little bit of my past from me,

Like the incoming tide, which erases the footsteps on the beach,

Leaving me with no past, just an unknown future.

A blank canvas waiting for the artist to start drawing upon,

Gone are the bitter memories, washed away by the merciful downpour,

Giving hope, a chance to bloom in an once barren meadow,

A blooming rose, that survived the cleansing flood,

Bright red splash in an otherwise bland vista,

A defiant challenge to all that life can throw at it.

Author's Note

Sigh. Want to runaway and hide from this poem.

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

You know what? I like it. Its different though - much different than what you write now. I like the idea of a blank canvas.

[therisa]

Really, Tammy? Rereading this, I want to cringe at my naivety of my verses and stanzas.