Today, I was looking through some poems –you know, the usual. A lot of words popped up and it reminded me of my younger version, who loved nothing but expressing herself in poetry.
Back then, however, I was extremely clever with rhymes –I’ve lost that touch now, unfortunately, and rely on free-verse instead.
Anyway, here’s one I just wrote. Hope you like it! 🙂
Strong and blue
Adjusting with the sun and the moon
But sometimes, when sad,
It cries like there’s no tomorrow
Raging hurricanes and broken homes
Iron gates shattered to powder
The sorrowful temper disappears
As it regains strength once more
With aid of the hesitant sun
Sending trembling rays downwards
The sky re-emerges with forgotten memories.
A beautiful irony, a dangerous truth
The strangest role model