under construction
Saw a flower bloom
on a dry river bed
in to the wind
bending over the
past with hope and
trembling fear
on a dry river bed
in to the wind
bending over the
past with hope and
trembling fear
mindful seduction
Heard a new song play
in my restless heart
felt the road
in my restless heart
felt the road
stretch out
familiar curves
stars to guide me
lost obstruction
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5 comments:
I like this - especially the italic lines mindful seduction - lost obstruction,
I can only guess whether this poem has any distinct meaning for you or what that meaning might be,
you mention driving and the moon so at least I feel its set at night but for me - that last line especially lost obstruction makes me think how free I feel when walking on an open road underneath the stars.
I’ve taken the time to explore your blog a little, and I’m loving what you write about so far, with pictures to match too.
The leaf poem for example is beautiful as is the swirling picture; I’m looking forward to reading your short story.
Hello
Very nice!
@fool & @Reiki - thanks and welcome to my blog
:o)
I enjoyed the picture your words painted ..
Life is sometimes under construction and it is hard to see through the mess.
yum yum yummy and delicious writing
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