Young Adult Poetry posted July 31, 2015

This work has reached the exceptional level
Comforting her thoughts.

Pardon My Daydream

by krys123

Being tired, she rested on an old 
moss covered bank near a bubbling brook,
hoping that this stream below her
would comfort her thoughts.

She kicked off her sneakers
and stretched her toes
in a patch of moss
at the bottom of the bank 
 as the current was refreshing and tickled her toes.

Wild bearded irises, rich in purple bloom

dotted the shoreline with dew.
The babbling brook
set in motion a comfortable feeling,
that made her troubling thoughts come to rest.

A butterfly along with a ladybug
landed next to her
and she greeted them
with a soft hello.

She took in a deep breath and felt glad to be alive
and all of her tired feelings were swept away
like the wind pushing the twirling clouds
upward in the horizon.

This banished her troubled mind,
as she recollects thoughts of her grandmother,
which helped ease her emotions
and feelings of the time
when her grandmama
baked chocolate chip cookies
on cold winter days.

This  apprehended the pleasantries of her soul
and created a smile that plumped her cheeks
that nearly touched both of her earlobes.

The sounds and the small retreat or grandiose shore bank;
full of a rhythmic and orchestrated Symphony
of nature's best accomplished musicians.
There were chirping birds,

their occasional belching of a frog
and the cicadas on percussion-
while the wind rustling the leaves to the trees
like a tambourine.
There were chirping of squirrels
wrestling and gliding from branch to branch.

On an occasional call in the wild,
a limb or branch
suddenly fell in the forest
creating a whip cracking sound.

But the sweetest sound of all
was the wind cutting through the trees
like a piccolo playing repeatedly.

This orchestra was playing for free
yet she felt obliged to give
a deep breath and a sigh of happiness
followed by a smile
and a sigh
that would make the wind blow.

The best thing of all was sure
being alone
with her thoughts
that were now relieved of tension
like a sagging rope.

Getting up, she'd rested enough, and this let her on
to make a journey
to the next stream of contentment.



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