April - NaPoWriMo - 15

Going to build a garden flower
Going to grow a river tower
Going to wash in sandy showers
Going to find that sunshine.

Going to make that battery wind me
Going to run where lost can’t find me
Stopping clocks that try to time me
Entertaining sleep-shine.

Going to weep with pearl-white tears that
Shed the joys and shed the years I’m
Going to reap with diamond shears I’m
Counting sheep tomorrow.

Going to ride across the rainbow
Going to slide beneath the pain so
I can hide and I can gain some
Fun instead of sorrow.

Going to fly!

Written for ReadWritePoem #15 carrying a tune and practicing being silly, to the tune of Bobby Shaftoe

Comments

Marianne said…
Lovely and sweet-sounding poem, Sheila! I especially like the words in your third stanza: "Going to weep with pearl-white tears that
Shed the joys and shed the years I’m
Going to reap with diamond shears I’m
Counting sheep tomorrow." Richly musical!
April 15, 2010 at 12:46 PM
Uma Gowrishankar said…
So beautiful Sheila, loved the river tower.
April 15, 2010 at 7:17 PM
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