Today I am sharing one of my own poems, “When Sorrows Come”. Enjoy!
I always liked the imagery that inspired this poem: that clouds are the sorrow that block out the sun, but all you have to do is fly above the clouds and enter a world of fluffy white clouds and bright, clear sunshine. It doesn’t claim that the clouds aren’t there; rather, it sees the beauty in and above the clouds, and recognizes the eternal presence of the sun.
What do you think? Do you have any critiques or tips for the poem? What was your favorite part (if you had one)?