Quiet corner

I wanted to write something, so I did.

Trees, birds, breeze, song

I sit in my quiet corner, watching the world go on

Children, flowers, colours, play

In my quiet corner, I admire the beautiful day

No one see's me, I don't mind

Everyone's looking for something, hidden treasure's to find

Dusk, dawn, sun, moon

Chaos always finds us soon

Shatter, crying, "help me mum"

I told you chaos would soon come

But they don't see me siting there

Quiet corner

Hidden lair

So now I watch the dust settle

The trees are scorched, black as a kettle

Silence, darkness, on and on

Now the colour is all gone

Blood, sadness, darkest day

I think in my quiet corner I will stay

  

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[I Am Svetlana]

I enjoy the perspective in this piece. All us writers certainly need a quiet corner, I know I need mine every once and awhile. It's amazing how the world can change as you sit away from everyone, just observing!

[Kyle Wynn]

That was a really great poem! It flowed very nicely and was a treat to read!

[Valkyrie Warrior]

oh thank you!

[klawrites]

This was a fun read! I'm impressed by the thoughtfulness and the flow of your words. Keep it up!

[Valkyrie Warrior]

Oh, thank you so much for the sweet review!

[Charlotta Yvonne Smith]

I love this poem because I am actually the person to observe in quiet places where no one would see me. I think that there is just one spelling error such as "siting" when it should actually be "sitting". I loved it regardless.

[Valkyrie Warrior]

Oops, yeah thanks spelling isn't my strong point! Thanks for the review!

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I think and I feel poem have lot of beauty and poetic pictures. There is you inside of words of your mixture. Great creation like by real Valkyrie. Never stop your creations

[Valkyrie Warrior]

Thank you for the kind review!

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You wellcome great Valkyrie