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Rosy Days
by Sam RobertsIt was one of those days,
mournful and showery.
With your head stuck out the window, ignoring the light
And a pastel sketching out a footpath, waiting for us to follow it.
But we stayed still, our mind sticking to our thoughts.
with the sprinkles of water landing tenderly on our heads.
But life can be rosy sometimes, quite pretty a boy said to me.
I ignored him and listened quietly
to the beat of my heart, a rhythm so dead on perfect
in contrast, to the pulse of the summer rain.
And at night I was happy, with the will to sit in the meadow.
Airless and dry with a leaf stuck to my foot,
colourfully curling around the edge of my lace,
staining my shoe with blotches of pain.
To slash myself with the muddy grass,
the tip of its tail, digging into my eyes.
Be optimistic, think rosy!
flush your face with crimson and smile
04/30/2003 Author's Note: Me and Dean, same side of a coin people would think..this is a contrast of our personalities and how we both look at life..He is far too optimistic.
(The quotes are real and said by dean)
stay beautiful x
Posted on 04/30/2003
Copyright © 2024 Sam Roberts
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 05/01/03 at 07:03 PM I love how this reads like a story.. great read & great write :) |
| Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 05/02/03 at 11:39 PM outstanding............ |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/11/03 at 10:19 PM Two views dramatically contrasted here with an edge given to the pessimistic I think. I particularly liked the line, "staining my shoe with blotches of pain" --very effective symbolism. |
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