A light in the darkness

This poem and the next poem are inspired by similar concepts, but the conceptualization of the poem is different, which made me choose both the poems to compose my own. This poem is inspired by the poem " The Falling Leaves " by Margaret Postgate Cole. I have borrowed the first and last lines of this poem from the above poem. I love positivity over hard times so I was trying to see this poem as an inspiration to fight for our dreams and make it happen, refusing to fall like snowflakes on the Flemish clay (refusing to give up on your dreams.) Today, as I rode by, I saw my path full, carpeted with musical wool; whistling the melody so cool; oh! How I love it without rule 'cause its engaging muzak succors my elegant cogitation; taking me off on a wonderful sail to my dreamland, now no more frail; brimming with the holy grail of my life; Pfft! Refusing to subjugate Like snowflakes falling on the Flemish clay. This post is a part of  Blogchatter Half Marathon 2025

The words of the poem " I wandered lonely as a cloud " by William Wordsworth give me much positivity for the day. I want to radiate that positivity to my readers through this creation of mine. The first line of each stanza is borrowed from the above poem as an inspiration for thinking. This poem took me maximum time to organize my thoughts to create the best flow of thoughts.  I wandered lonely as a cloud on a voyage to an undestined ground drenched in my thoughts profound; when suddenly in front of my globe came something so sound. Continuous as the stars that shine on the heavenly ebony canvas line telling us the hour of the nighttime pulling the blanket of the relaxing slumber  or the changing seasons, prime. The waves beside them danced, but they were even more advanced wearing colorful frocks of Rosetta sprinkling the spell of Tinker Bell that occupies everyone's musing For oft, when on my couch I lie and the jim-jams of the day cry making my mind's eyes fry; its...

a ball of myocytes set on the chest soil beating on its own will until there's red fill saying all is well in every of our cell sending out roots down the soil's boots to reap tender shoots bearing the royal flower's bloom retreating the sheet of gloom woven by the failure loom boasting the mood that turned rude with nay food peeking the golden sun filled with positivity gun shooting energy bun enough to push you to your destiny hue where it could renew its soul's slipping grip with a positivity tip in a mindful dip. (c)Waterdroplet 18.05.2023 Inspirational image:  https://in.pinterest.com/pin/331085010118643056/ Image credit: Jan Alexander on pixabay