Hello Poetteers,
Seeing this week's prompt was perfect. I was just looking through some old poems I've written almost 5 years ago. The prompt was to find an old poem and rewrite it. Here is the revised version:
Small Gems
It's hard to find
It's hard to find
the meadows and empty roads
but when I do
my heart grows
I can let the windows down
play my music loud
and dance in the headlights
have a picnic in the field
share it with those I love.
(it was originally written in June of 2011).
Love,
Fida
Comments
the meadows and empty roads
but when I do
my heart grows"
I love these lines. To me, it's like I'm traveling back down the old country roads I grew up on trying to find my way back to the house I used to live in. And when I see familiar landmarks my heart swells with bittersweet memories.
Lovely, Fidah. Very lovely.