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Refuge
Feb 3, 2006 22:20:09 GMT -5
Post by Eolith on Feb 3, 2006 22:20:09 GMT -5
WARNING: As with all of the poetry I've posted here, it was strictly for my English class. Trust me, it was like squeezing water from a stone. I'm not a poet. Read at your own risk. Refuge I slip away into my calm refuge Beneath the tree that reaches over the ditch. It is wild, claimed by nature’s deluge Of life. This is my secret, my niche.
Cool water trickles over rock and root. I dangle my fingertips in the wet, Giving water skaters a quick pursuit. Salmon fry hover, wary of any threat.
Sparrows flit through emerald canopy I am motionless, careful not to scare. Their cheerful song invigorates me. A stray breeze soon carries them elsewhere.
I must soon depart from this tranquil place. These treasured moments I forever embrace.
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Trajet
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Poetry is my escape
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Refuge
Feb 4, 2006 8:41:07 GMT -5
Post by Trajet on Feb 4, 2006 8:41:07 GMT -5
I thought this was well done also. I liked your choice of words and it didn't sound forced. You may think this isn't your area, but I haven't seen anything to the contrary.
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Refuge
Feb 4, 2006 12:49:59 GMT -5
Post by Eolith on Feb 4, 2006 12:49:59 GMT -5
*pauses to think for a moment* I sound like someone insulting myself to get more attention, dont I? Bleh. I suppose that I'm okay at it... if I find inspiration. I think that the main problem was that I had to come up with good ideas by a deadline and that made it difficult. One can't simply tell themself to have stunning inspirations.
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