Her black eyes gazed out of the window,
painting colored dreams on white snow.
frigid air seemed to echo her pathos,
outward calm cloaking inner chaos.
Tiny white specks flitted, listless
much like her thoughts, restless.
She yearned for warm, soothing rays of sun
would it ever tint her life golden,
would her heart smile, eyes twinkle for no reason,
her dispirited eyes beseeched the horizon.
No longer dreary looked the sky,
artist's palette had taken it's place;
pink-purple patches amidst ochre spray,
shades of delight to erase her dismay.
Her worry laden mind unable to see clearly,
had mistaken resting happiness for misery.
A simple prayer had lifted clouds of doubt,
her faith triumphant in this invisible bout.
A content smile luminous on her face,
enigmas unravelled to her mind's eye.
Picture is from Google images
Glad she had a content smile at the end. So sun came out for her on a rainy afternoon (or on a snowy afternoon).
ReplyDeleteThanks SG, She saw the colored sky at sunset and realised sun had been there all along, just that she could not see it, a metaphor of sorts for the solution to her worries.
DeleteIt's beautiful Reshma, The play of words, and the simplicity which makes you connect to the poem. I love your poems.
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed reading my poem Rahmath :)
DeleteBeautiful. Loved the play on words, loved how your descriptive words brought it all to life in my mind. Just lovely! ♥
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words Kathy :)
DeleteWonderful, loved how the images and words stayed in my mind. I will remember this as something special in such a good way!
ReplyDeleteThank for your kind encouragement Laurie :) Glad my words reached out :)
DeleteSimply wonderful, I hope to remember the image and the words for a long time to come. Well done and encouraging!! Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for dropping by Laurie :)
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