Here I wait
Swaying with the gentle breeze
A sweet smell fills the air
All around me
I wait
Bees come buzzing by
And take pollen from
The many flowers
I wait
All is still
Not a cricket chirps
Or a bird sings
I wait
Slowly the sun
Starts to rise
Bathing everything in
A pink and orange glow
I still wait
The sun is rising higher
The crickets start to chirp
And the birds start to sing
Everything comes alive
My wait is over
11 comments:
Very good! The imagery you have used if phenomenal! I love how you use the repetition in the beginning and end of the poem, instead of in every stanza! Fabulous!
thnx you bela.
I loved that the images clearly illustrated the passage of time. I was actually waiting for the speaker to be a predatory animal and strike, since it seemed to be lying in wait. Maybe I'm just weird like that... :P
no i see what you mean. maybe i'll change it
alas, such great literature
yes don't i have such great literature!
I can picture a pretty field !
haha yes mk i wrote about a pretty field full of flowers and bouncing unicorns!!!
i love unicorns froclaking in fields weeeee I"M on a swing
lol lovly butterflys are fluttering about!!!
this is pretty amazing. i can't believe i didn't read a few of yours before. like bela said, the imagery is amazing. i pictured personally, someone who is up early, waiting for their town to stir, or someone home to wake up. like you have to stay there until some light starts to peak through. but that's just me :P
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