The burst of emerald grass,
It brightens the inner workings of my soul,
It pulls away the sadness,
It makes me gleeful.
I run down the tracks of the road,
The dirt creating little clouds of dust,
Red dust that blows away in the breeze, as I turn,
I turn round and round,
Finally falling into the lush grass,
It coils around my like a constrictor.
Instead of an omnious feeling,
The tightening sensation leaves me with warmth,
The warmth of the day,
The bright of the grass,
And the contrast to those trees,
The dark trees bearing down like everyday life,
Those trees are my worries,
My fears,
My regrets.
But this green, this color,
It brings life meaning,
It brings it purpose,
It makes it everything I care about.
I ignore the trees, and I follow my road,
The road that remains happy,
That leaves my fears behind.
Author notes
Picture #2
A contest entry
- Delightful Mood Swings Picture Prompt Contest by delightfulmess.
2100 points, ended October 21, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Oh this was excellent Stunning take on the pic.
Well done and good luck to you in the contest
delila
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Nice poem!
I added some of my poetry to facebook. The app is called Poetry Shout -
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Thanks, DGP. ;P
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