Wandering Sun

What do you think about.... ?

Gazing at clouds embracing the sky,
Her voice spoke sadly of days gone by;
She sketched the future and feared its form,
Predicting its rain before the storm.

No sunlight to wander;
No flowers to ponder;
Only clouds of grey
Led her thoughts astray.

Painting the sky in colors that bled,
Its poisonous rain is coming she said;
The winds are blowing this way I fear,
Yes, a storm is most certainly near.

No sunlight to wander;
No flowers to ponder;
Only clouds of grey
Led her thoughts astray.

Then her mind became quiet
While her thought ceased its riot;
From the clouds rained the light,
Splitting open the night.

Now the sunlight wandered,
And the flowers she pondered;
The new colors so vibrant
It subdued her mind's tyrant.

Reviews

[Lucifer Jones]

I think people get caught up in writing "poetry" and trying to make it what it's supposed to be. Well, it's supposed to move you, to make you feel and to be a joy to read. You my friend never fail to give me something to feel and pleasures to read. Loved it!

[Michael X]

you paint the colors, I'm glad to be able to read you again, the influence
of Whitman is clearly seen in the details, and you take it to new heights.
It's every spectrum of the horizon.

[JadedSparrow]

I truly enjoyed reading this my friend. I would love to hear you recite it. The words kind of just roll of the tongue. Your imagery and the content took me to a place I was not so long ago and this poem really hit home. Thank you for asking me to read this work of art.