Swans on ponds Dragonflies in reeds Fish basking in the early morn Of this summers day
Birds singing sweet songs As the heat rises Mist is vanquished replaced with the suns haze Small dogs barking, as lawn mowers start working
Fragrance of fresh cut grass Is pleasing Scent of colourful flowers all around Bees busy buzzing about their day In no hurry Without any worry
Children skipping, laughing, playing; Parents watching, caring Summer fair blairing And the headaches start again
Standing up, I see the swan fly as the dragonfly hovers nearby Taking the pistol out Hand clasps firmly, dogs yapping Children shouting
Gun now pointing Haze is blinding Finger on trigger as birds sing loudly Gun-shot Silences Blackness envelopes all, peace at last And the swans all laugh
Wow! I would argue and say it does hold something original...you see I travelled through this and BAM! The ending hit me hard! That is art love :) Brilliant imagery and it all carries on afterwards..an emotional poem love xx
The words set a surreal scene of peace that sings over the day... and then.. those last words pour a cloud of darkness over the land... A profound, cutting piece.. seemed of fantasy and reality blended...
What a beautiful picture, you say this is nothing, but I beg to differ.
It's actually quite beautiful.
Such amazing imagery allowing one to play this out in their mind as they read.
I loved this poem, Im glad I stopped by to read.
Dont worry if the sparrow chirps today,
Tomorrow the Nightingale shall sing
Judge me if you will, not on the words of another who may have their own agenda, but as YOU find me, as YOU .. more..