My own poetry

[~Ozy~]

I wrote this a couple years back, after seeing an artist on my trip to Yellowstone. So, without further ado,

He sits waiting in silence,
For sunset bright and long.
Pencil, ink, sketchpad, brush
Ready for an instant to be drawn.

Waterfall of purest white,
Leaves of deepest green.
Branches hanging over him
But final wonder yet unseen.

I go and sit beside him
To see what has been done.
It bursts then into color,
The day?s death, the setting sun

Orange, purple, blue and red
Clouds lenticular and bright.
They seem to yell ?Come see me!?
As all fades into night.

I personally, think it's a bit abrupt, but I dunno. All my teachers have liked it. Tell me what you think.

 

[oni flygon]

Nice poem. Good descriptions and...very excelent! ^_^