She sits hunched under the willow.
Grey eyes glimmering with tears;
Mind tossing and turning with fears,
Though green moss is soft as a pillow.
Through murky tears she makes a find:
Eyes catch sight of sun dazzled floaters;
Calm and motionless in azure waters
Their serene pink beauty stills her mind.
***
Originally entered this one in one of the Poetspub competitions, about Claude Monet's Water-lilies. I wasn't planning on posting it here, but I thought that it's been quite a while since I've published any poems in this book, so I might as well add this one. I think it's the only rhyming poem I've written this whole year; the more I try to be true to my emotions when writing poetry the less drawn I feel to rhyme and metre, though I do love reading poems that contain them. I hope you like it, once again it is quite a lot like some of my earlier poems.
🌸🌸🌸🌷🌷🌹🌻
Here is an interview of Claude Monet from 1924 that I found, I'll also write it in the comments:
http://www.normandythenandnow.com/an-interview-with-claude-monet-1924-the-water-lilies-of-giverny/
YOU ARE READING
From My Heart
PoetryA collection of poetry Some humorous, some sad and some joyful, but always from the heart. "One day a little mouse Got tired of living in my house Tired of staying on the ground In reach of vicious hounds So out it set upon it's qu...
