Those Small Yellow FlowersA Poem by GypsyMoonCatWhen we mourn for what WAS, we forget to celebrate what IS.A beautiful day beckons but I don’t see it Instead I sit in dark, clouds hovering, showering misery and thoughts of other times, other people things I can’t forget, or change I think of rolling hills, ‘roo’s fighting the changing hue of grass and land the dryness, the drought colours the isolation of that place compared to my busy city life I followed the need to leave and now don’t understand the need to return that arises every time I think I might just like it where my feet now rest amongst small yellow flowers Is contentment a state we, in truth, abhor? That we strive to attain but once it comes, is thrown to the winds because we want more? I have spent many days wishing I could go back and fight harder Rise above what drove me out but I am here in a black hole remembering and mourning And then ... I think of him, the one who made my heart glow Who talked and listened, turning me around with his rawness The one I can’t live without and I know it makes this misery okay because I’d miss him so much, it would be like a knife driven through that glowing heart So I glance out the window and see rolling hills, trees thriving after rain grass so green and lush, it is breathtaking and those small yellow flowers ... ... tiny kittens running and playing The identical chicks who cheep and twitter under attentive hens Our little dog who lives for attention and love And I realise that life is what you make it; that I need this mourning so that the next morning of the next beautiful day I will shine like those small yellow flowers © 2017 GypsyMoonCat |
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Added on October 2, 2016 Last Updated on January 29, 2017 AuthorGypsyMoonCatSouth Durras, NSW, AustraliaAboutI write mainly poems, but sometimes do the odd short story or flash fiction. I love poetry, although I'm not keen on the modern three line style, so you won't see many, if not ANY, of those! Been writ.. more..Writing
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