Standing Tall
I live next to a window where the sun shines down on me.
Oh, how I worship its life-giving, everlasting glow!
Each day I try to bend down further so my blooms can be
close to the glass and warmth of rays. But, soon before I know,
I'm turned around to face the room where precious light is low.
Now I must work so hard each day to seek the sun for sure;
begin my driven task of rising up again, endure
the plight of struggling, turning, twisting, for I am resolved
to standing tall again, then leaning in, more sun procure.
But, 'they' seem pleased my upright beauty, for a while, is solved!
Sandra M. Haight
~7th Place~
Contest: A Poem I Wrote, Sent Drifting
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 10/11/2017
Received N/A in "Personification Of Plant"
Judged: September 27, 2017
Iambic Heptameter (14 syllables and 7 feet per line)
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment