Elizabeth Rosna Poet Free verse

Under the Colouring Shade

In the shade, under the banyan tree,
Where the man lays his heavy head
And rests his pounding heart;
He whispers in his dreams,
His hopes in his life, he leads.
His dreams are coloured 
As the vivid hues 
Painted across his cheeks.
A mini sunset painted on his face
But in his dreams, it's the dawn.
Dawn of sunrise.
He wishes for the tomorrow,
Yet to come.

Oh, how the records are played on repeat;
As the songweavers reach for the Sun at day's end.
The melancholy in their voices,
Some, chirping and twirling,
They wish for the today
That is about to end.

But some, singing their melodies in the skies
All the while, making their way home
To their nest, beyond the Sun
Alongside, their shadows
Dancing on the valleys.
And their reflections 
Hiding their weary wings-
On the lazy river;
Its water fall down the horizon
With the moon on its tail.
As the man under the colouring shade
They wish for the tomorrow,
Yet to come.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

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