Vast fields of grass,
Still while the wind
Blows it's wrath,
Let winter begin.
It's cold in your heart
The sun no longer
Relieves you from dark
Dreams and yearnings
Like a prisoner
Behind closed bars
Hands gripping
Fists clutching
Begging to be redeemed
Of the memories of nights
Love and Passion
Forever to be lost
In cells without light.
The sadness is sometimes all we can see, but we must move on. Look past the past and start again today. Nicely written!
RépondreSupprimerHere's my offering for Potluck 48: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/08/14/the-lake/
this one is powerful, the sadness jumps from the page....
RépondreSupprimera truely beautiful piece
elegant imagery, thanks for sharing.
RépondreSupprimerVery exquisitely written, nice work.
RépondreSupprimerThanks for the support to poetry potluck.
RépondreSupprimerkeep up the excellent!