Pearls

[Scube]

Pearls

That silver day you came to be--
A ripple then; it was not long before
You grew into a rowdy wave,
Yet stayed along the shore

And played content until mid-day.
Then restless grew to hear the breeze
Tell whispered tales of distant
Shores and far off seas.

Then bid farewell as my heart swelled
With grief; hoping that some pale moon
Will draw you home: 'Til then I'll clutch
The pearls you left at noon.

[PrinceMyshkin]

How wonderfully fluent this is and how gracefully you handle the rhyme. Many thanks.

[Sweets America]

It is a beautiful poem, I enjoyed it a lot. Yes I, too, like the way you handled the rhymes, it didn't sound forced, you know, it was fluent, as Prince said. The images that the poem convey are very pleasant.

[ampoule]

Scube...this is so very lovely. I have clutched those pearls also.