In the Midst

Came up with it in Creative Writing class (:

To the side is a window

Opening a gateway to the snowy outside;

Snow fallen into a down blanket

Melting on the ground.

The light beams of a springtime sun

Welcome and warm my space.

White sheets with blue flowers

Loiter on the bed on which I sit.

Soft music plays in the nearby living room

LIke a whisper in the wind.

Dull yellow paint clots the walls,

Under mother's roof.

TV blares images before my eyes

A controller resting beside me.

I'm going to be an adult.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Version Two

To the side is a window

Opening a gateway to the snowy outside.

Snow fallen into a down blanket

Melting on the ground.

Golden finches chirping their hearts out,

                In the tepid morning heat.

The light beams of a springtime sun

Welcome and warm, lingering.

White sheets with blue flowers

Loiter on the bed on which I sit.

Soft music plays in the nearby living room

Like a whisper in the wind.

Beautiful freshly baked aromas

                Flutter in from the tiny kitchen.

Muddled green carpeting litters the flooring,

                Cold concrete incognito to sight.

The white metal housing hanging above

                Shelters the broken light fixture.

Dull yellow paint clots the walls,

Under mother’s watchful roof.

TV blares images before my eyes,

A controller resting beside me.

 

I’m going to be an adult.

 

Reviews

[{A}shley {B}lack @-;-]

Great imagery in this piece the first I have read of yours and I look forward to reading more well done