Summer Evening
summer evening
the poet tells me
who I am
the poet tells me
who I am
Cinquain
Tonight
I am worn out
with wishing on winter stars
just as cold and faraway as
you are.
* * *
Your love
wraps around me,
soft, solid, and silent--
one more seashell where I can't hear
the sea.
I am worn out
with wishing on winter stars
just as cold and faraway as
you are.
* * *
Your love
wraps around me,
soft, solid, and silent--
one more seashell where I can't hear
the sea.
Comments
_As a 'contrary...' my views are often more positive than any definition might suggest. This, a reflective echo of your good post today. _m
soft rain
my inner poet wonders
who i am
I hope this post didn't come across as negative! It truly was a moment of self-discovery aided by a poet's work, rather than a poet being obnoxious or pedantic.
~Megan