I’m sorry guys to make you go thru’ this but I’m rather inspired to get back to writing a ‘lil amateurish poetry after reading “The Time Traveller’s Wife”.
Lovely book but ha~I dedicate this to a friend who lost her grandmother and misses her like mad, here it goes:
REFLECTION
droplets of grey streams flow
yet orange seeps thru’ her window.
she sits with me on the table
clasping like a child in a cradle.
reaching a tunnel of browns we strolled
where the wise gentle blue waves rolled
an orange nimbus emitting a glow
telling the shadows to go
she waved in woe
the crow forever a foe
calling its black companions
merely red minions
A weary sigh in the drizzle
white cream and sugar fizzle
mixing the brown brine
yet, all i can do is shine
she looks at the Chinese blue
forever such a lovely hue
ah! she lives in my heart too
and I know what she said is true
