As a lifelong reader and writer, Liz writes articles and poetry. She also enjoys watching and reviewing movies.
Under golden sun
gray clouds converge,
burst their shells,
Sprouts appear, grow,
past the pain.
This poem was originally penned back in July of 1996, during a major life change. That, then, is the date of my actual and original copyright to the work.
The poem itself is a metaphor for those changes I experienced, and at the time, it spoke to very private feelings. It's taken this many years to feel comfortable sharing the work.
In March this year, (2021), I made a very minor revision to the work, amounting only to a couple of punctuation changes; so the poem now has two copyright dates: the original, and the revision. ;-)
© 2021 Liz Elias