The clover in my hand

Ohk..random stuff full of imagery

The sun is setting behind the clouds

The darkness is taking over

Still I don't make a single move

Still I hold on to my four-leafed clover

 

The winds start to blow with a speed

And the valley fills up with dirt

But I'm still lost in my own thoughts

About all those things that I said or heard

 

My hair flows wildly behind me

Black outline on the black sky

And my clothes flutter wildly

But I'm busy watching the birds fly by

 

My friends run and hide somewhere

They call me to that place

I look at them with a shimmer in my eye

"I don't wanna miss this new taste"

 

It starts to rain heavily

And I feel drenched and cold

But the clover is still in my hands

I feel so happy, so bold

 

I tilt my head up to the clouds

Just to feel the rain on my skin

Just to dance to it's melody

Just to feel my soul within

 

And now I'm back to my room

No wind; no rain; no clouds

But the clover is still there, though in my mind

Making me feel happy and proud....

Author's Note

I tried using imagery this time...picturing myself to be on the top of a hill, looking down upon the beautiful valley and enjoying all the changes in the weather while all my friends are safe in hiding. The reason I feel proud is that I didn't run away fearing the rain but I stayed back and rather enjoyed it...quite a lot...
Hope, you did too...^_^

Reviews

[Staci Brown]

i see you do enjoy the rhyme... your imagery worked hon. :D

these lines:

I tilt my head up to the clouds
Just to feel the rain on my skin
Just to dance to it's melody
Just to feel my soul within

great stanza, for me the best one in your poem... i can picture you quite easily!

Well done!

Faerie Blessings!

--faerie whisper (breaking the silence...)

[Angela]

This is beautiful Siya. The picturing yourself on the hill worked. This poem is magnificent. I can almost feel the wind and rain against my skin. Great imagery. You are coming very far in your journey!

Keep at it!!

[Helen Woodward]

I am amazed at the rate of progression of your prose Siya...I sound like a school marm!! But you are shining a bright light here. You went for imagery and you nailed it. I thought it was a wonderfully peaceful read...
Thank you...
Helen :-)