An idiot's ballad

[PerGessle]

An idiot's ballad

Smothered in the dust, the dying spring
with the spikes of the sun, speared my dream.

A very vagabond, I tottered with a song
on the coutry road, with poplars along.

How I wonder why mountains are blue,
stealing the mysterious sky's hue!

In the farm field, flowers sway,
their yellow faces turning away.

How I love the humid air-
ruffled by the wind, the shaggy spring's hair.

[PerGessle]

I just read the rules and find it inappropriate to post these two tiny pieces seperately. So here it goes, my second baby. Please let me know how you like these ones. I am very vulnerable in regard to matters of Poetry and Literature.

Sunny Morning

I woke up in the morning. A splendid sun
Suffused the window drape which, among
Tangled flowers, was sustained gently
By a playful wind scented of lily.

Beyond the panes, below the cloudscape,
Mellow April dreams of wine and grape.
Light air drained the hustles of the street.
A leading grannie, a boy and his toddling feet.

In this world of sun and shadows,
In this spring sporting tilted willows,
I can not forget love looming in the future,
Nor my pang of tear-smeared pleasure.

[hillwalker]

I've already commented separately on your 'Sunny Morning'.

'An Idiot's Ballad' reads rather more awkwardly - not sure that 'a very vagabond' is correct grammatically.

Also you appear to have chosen end-rhyme as the deciding factor in what words to choose. Some of the lines don't make muh sense the way they're written.

H