Echoes and thoughts randomise the mind
making sense of the clutter
when there is no use
words said words unspoken
all a pile or heap
upon the darkened floor
roars and shouts replayed
on and on
lost in translation
let alone common sense
laughs and smiles
heaped together in their own piles
as if not needed any more
drifting away to another place
I am but reminded however
of the present time and place
I find myself in
wish upon a star do I
as the moon shines her light
on me so
bathing my skin
in a opulent white glow
smiles and frowns
of thoughts now and then
tis but the life I lead
reminded constantly
how much moves changes
as we grow older
content in my ways
for now
happy to be me
in this here time and place
without a care in the world
then that, that are yours
tendered and cared for
as if your farm hand
for fragile they are
and tender they be
just as precious as mine are
to but me
for this is the life I lead
and slowly I float away
on a sea of ever lasting wants
and wishes and dreams
that it always be
stays this way
~X~
1 comment:
It's very interesting and I love the potential that your imagery gives way to in the beginning. But, I'm afraid the poem doesn't quite carry through for me. The rhyme pattern isn't as solid, and you shift from the beginning which has very tangible images to a more personal subject. It just feels like it needs a bit more work, but it still reads pleasantly.
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