Because There Is No Laughter

Because there is no laughter
in the morning,
the flowers wake up late
or not at all,
my milk is sour
and all the bread is stale.

My smiles are only memories,
I wear a rainy day,
my crown's a thick gray cloud
and my spirit is the cold.

My pain is like the evening light,
beautiful, tragic
and crimson everywhere,
another still-born poem.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: I'm having problems with the title. Any good ideas?

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Ghana, GHA

Favorite Poets: William Shakespeare, Lord Byron, John Keats, Percy Shelley, Oscar Wilde, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Henry Longfellow, William Yates, Ezra Pound, Sylvia Plath

Comments

alidzain

11 years 5 months ago

Thanks

thanks for the lovely imagery poem. Nicely done..

Alid

William Saint George

11 years 5 months ago

You're welcome :)

raj

11 years 5 months ago

Williams

Liked to read the similes used by you to relate various moods. A nice crisp poem, a pleasure to read it as almost always is the experience while reading your posts...

Regards,