| » Poem: A Wanderer |
A Wanderer
written by storms04:14 PM 4/9/05The ripples in the chiming brooks
Touch my heart with a warm Déjà vu
Of someone’s soft marble hands,
The soignée of pretty fingers but sans
Listening to the rustling leaves
As the chill of December creeps
I can’t forget your lovely face
Lost myself in an endless maze
My cry in wilderness boomerangs to me
Crumpling all the things in a fraction wee
Whistling breeze ruffling through the grass
Imbibing my mind.. you are no worth a crass
With all the mock and scoff in the world
Keeping the head high ..nothing to be furled
Some distant calling makes my head rollin
Spinning me like tumultuous grueling
plz comment |
All (c)Copyrights reserved by the Original Author.
[ View storms's Profile ] [ Go to the Poetry Portal ]
This Poem has been viewed 84 times
|
|
|
|
