Scared and alone she sat in the empty field,
hiding in the overgrown grass.
She remembered the days when her parents read her those books
and threw her in the air,
pretending she was an airplane.
The slight breeze sent a chill up her back,
chasing the anger back down to her toes.
Thinking about when she was only four,
sitting on her grandpa's lap.
He told her she was the most beautiful girl in the world.
Her innocent giggle filled the room,
as he tickled her and called her Pickle.
Her eyes started to tear up,
realizing that those times were gone.
Each tear that fell,
hit the ground beneath her,
and sang a silent song
and stood for a faded memory.
As her tears fell harder, so did the orange leaves from the tree,
that stood alone in the distance.
The leaves blew towards her
and the soft whisper of the wind told its story.
She knelt to say a prayer,
the only thing she knew she could do right.
She spilled her heart out on the floor,
wanting someone to come help her pick up the shattered pieces,
but she was alone.
She sat,
lost in memories,
for who knows how long,
until it began to rain.
Almost as if He was weeping.
And as she looked at the skies,
raindrops fell hitting her cheeks.
She then realized she wasn't alone and never was.
He was watching,
and he was always by her side.
Please tell me what you think.
Comments
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This made me sad- the last line, I've seen used and reworded so many times, it didn't affect me much, but the rest of the poem made for that. I don't tend to like poems that mention religion, but you did a good job.
Thanks for entering, and good luck~
~Lindsay
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well done
Well done. The lesson was to use imagery in relationship to clouds and you saved the punch line for the end.
Reminded me of Lion King...when the monkey hits him over the head with the stick..and then he sees his dad in the clouds and realized that yes....they are never gone.
Well done. "Who's the monkey?"
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Well, just like I said in that poem, things have sure changed for this little girl, not growing, acting and sounding much older. Very nice imagery here and wonderful thoughts. Of course, it makes me wonder what lesson 9 is supposed to do.
Excellent job, Claire.
Paul
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