A poem about waking up on the wrong side of the bed
Giant green leaves of the
Coconut tree-
Emeralds in the air with
The blemish of a crow
Seeking refuge in it's midst
From the rain.
Wet, tangled feathers, I see,
Out the corner of my eye
Lying on my bed
Beneath the ocean waves and sand.
Soon, I roll and tide with it.
What stayed with you?
A line that lingered, a feeling, a disagreement. Great comments are as valuable as the original piece.
More by cleo
More Poetry
Poetry1 min
About Life
About Life (This article has been read 494 times) Posted by sourav mukherjee on April 11, 2001 (Wednesday) Chandipore, India On top of a cliff, staring at darkness Here, where the breath of the wo
sourav mukherjee📘·494·8·5
Poetry1 min
Exceptis excipiendis accept this aspect
Exceptis excipiendis accept this aspect Beware of all the exceptions, i accept ....a food for mind... I renegade all the beliefs Call me Bohemian or Hooligan. Krishna why not disfingered his Sudersh
avant-garde📘·89·10·6
Poetry2 min
The Ideal Man
The Ideal Man The ideal man, according to me, Is as confident & comfortable as can be... The ideal man, according to me, Is as confident and comfortable as can be He could be short or could be tall,
sonalijhudar·165·8