Golden Strands

Choking on the golden strands,
Eyes water; a strong, billowing wind,
A whooshing sound echos through my mind,
Try to free myself from it's torturous grasp,
But the wind's too strong,
Too strong to fight

So I lay down,

On the desert floor,
And think to myself...

This isn't so bad,
Not bad at all,
It's a wonderful place to sleep at last

The sun sets, a magnificent red,
As I lay down on my desert bed,
Clouds roll by, fluffy and white,
A perfect place to spend the night,
No desert creatures roam around,
Leaving me to sleep, safe and sound

Author's Note

So I wrote this and then I was looking for a picture for it but then the tabs exited and it didn't save my work. This is version number deux. Beware: It's not as good as version number un.

Reviews

[Cathy Wattam]

Lovely imagery here. A nicely descriptive poem that conveys a feeling of accepting where one is and being happy there. Nice.

[StruckByLightning]

I like the imagery and the feel of the poem, especially the last line: Leaving me to sleep, safe and sound.

Just a heads up, "chocking" is spelled "choking" :)

[Distant horizons]

Excellent write. Wonder how good version one was :-)