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A Four Leaf Clover
June 13, 2011
A field of green
Through which I run
And laugh
And scream for pure joy
A field of clovers
Whose lobes
Number four
Finally
I can run
No more
My throat
And mouth
Dry
And cracked
But as I fall
To my knees
Upon
The soft green velvet
I smile still
I pluck a clover
And I see
The sorrows
Even a clover
Has
Bleed
Into thin air
Leaving naught
But ruddy gold
Any other day
I would not stop to wonder
I would gather up
Every clover
There has ever been
But today…
Today is different
Today
I marvel
© Meagan Y., Tigard, OR
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This article has 23 comments.
Love.Hate.Passion. said...
on Sep. 17 2011 at 12:37 am
You have one of the most unique ways of desribing things. It's amazing. Your poem flows beautifully , and your eloquence is right on the dot. You create marvelous imagery through this. Really , fantastic job!
IamtheshyStargirl PLATINUM said...
on Sep. 2 2011 at 6:13 pm
Poetically sweet, savored, each word a lemon drop on the tongue.
Raytheraym PLATINUM said...
on Aug. 12 2011 at 7:59 pm
It would still need to be bled.... Maybe if you try reading it out loud... Are you sure you're pronouncing it right?
BrightBurningCampeador PLATINUM said...
on Aug. 11 2011 at 6:31 pm
Thanks! :D
HannSawyer15 BRONZE said...
on Aug. 10 2011 at 5:58 pm
You're really good with wording things... this poem really made me think and I really loved it. Great job and keep writing! :)
BrightBurningCampeador PLATINUM said...
on Aug. 7 2011 at 1:58 pm
Maybe it will make more sense in sentence form. "I pluck a clover and I see the sorrows even a clover has bleed into thin air."
Raytheraym PLATINUM said...
on Aug. 4 2011 at 11:13 pm
But the "has bleed" there don't make any sense. It's not proper grammar...
BrightBurningCampeador PLATINUM said...
on Aug. 4 2011 at 10:59 pm
What I'm trying to say in that bit is how even a clover has some bad things in it's life, but when I plucked it they all went away.
Raytheraym PLATINUM said...
on Aug. 4 2011 at 10:08 pm
Very nicely done! It really should be bled. Or "...even a clover bleeds into..." without the "has". :)
JerseyGirl716 BRONZE said...
on Aug. 2 2011 at 9:22 pm
I think what threw me off was "has bleed"; something there doesn't sound right to me, but I can't think of how to fix it. So just totally ignore my comment, it's a great poem either way :)
BrightBurningCampeador PLATINUM said...
on Aug. 2 2011 at 3:52 pm
It's supposed to be bleed. The whole poem is in present tense.
JerseyGirl716 BRONZE said...
on Aug. 1 2011 at 11:16 pm
I love it! Just one thing: should "bleed" be "bled", or am I missing something? Great poem, awesome imagery!
Tiffanie_marie GOLD said...
on Jul. 30 2011 at 2:54 pm
I really like this poem, it gives me the sense that you can find beauty in the simplest of things
ohheyyyelli SILVER said...
on Jul. 19 2011 at 1:19 pm
Lovely imagrey, once again[:
fictitious-quandary GOLD said...
on Jul. 18 2011 at 5:22 pm
Great job! Great personification & imagery, its a very vivid, amazing poem!
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