Some see only the gravel
and the rocks
needing raking.
See an arid land
where dust and dirt accumulates,
where nothing will grow.
Some see the same rock pile
of islands in a vast sea,
enduring.
Or mountains
reaching through the clouds
striving upwards.
Today I am a rock.
Let me be an ocean island.
Let me be a misty cloud
ringing.
Do you ever have days when nothing seems to be going right? When I have days like that, I know it is time to count my blessings, so today I'm counting. This is a free verse poem. I invite you to write your own poem today that uses a simile or metaphor to describe how you feel. You're welcome to share your poem in the comments below. Have fun writing.
Happy St. Patrick's Day.
You were right, Joy -- I do like your poem! I'm going to save it in my e-poetry journal. I could definitely use a cup of tea, as well :-)
ReplyDeleteAnd your dismemberment poem below is great! I'm afraid that all the poems in the tournament are running together a bit in my head -- there are so many of them -- so I can't remember your first one. But my hat is off to you for entering!
Your zen garden poem reminds me that we all see our situation differently. I like that you count your blessings when nothing seems to be going right. That's why you're the queen of poetry.
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