I pull out my canvas
But, alas, it is raining.
I can't paint the ice tonight.
So I sit and soak it in.
It's winter now. And the rain is washing
winter away.
I pull out my pen
But the rain won't have that either
I can't lay the ice down on paper tonight
So I sit and watch it.
Tonight it is raining
The sky is crying,
And so am I.
I sit by the lake anyway.
And watch the full moon,
Hidden behind the clouds,
And I watch the ice melt.
Author notes
Just my random f*ing thoughts.
Improvements?
Comments
-
Wow. Really good. However, I do have a suggestion. In this line, "And watch the ice and the full moon," Maybe you shouldn't include the part about watching ice because you mention watching the ice melt at the end of the poem and I think it might flow better without it. Just a suggestion though. Anyway, interesting write. I really enjoyed it. Keep it up.
-
i like how vague this poem is,
but how you're still able to get the subject across.
its really is amazing,
almost as amazing as you!
Adding your comment:
