Conched Poems | Examples

Pink Blossoms

When the chilly morn gets rainy
there's a place that I go to
there's a land I call my world
which belongs to me and you
Its the world of all is possible
Its the world of make believe
Its the place of pumpkin carriages
Its the dreamland of a queen
Its the world of Mary Poppins
Snow White and the seven dwarfs
Its the land of little mermaid
where conched sea-shells play their songs
When still dusk undress the moonlight
there's a place that I go to
there's this star which always travel
all the way across the blue
There's the dancing of a beauty
and the warm arms of a beast
There are splashes of a rainbow
casting hues over palm trees
As cold winter turns to summer
and as autumn's fog greets spring
every teardrop  becomes dew soft
on a fairy's gossamer wing
And each frown becomes a laugh line
in the blessing of today
as I sit down on my porch swing
just to watch the  children play
Life's lost garden births silk petals
from wild thorns of yesterday
as I water first pink blossoms
clouds pass by in shades of grey.