a word I know




I belive in fairy tales
in a wood of dreams
my arms around thin air

pushing forward
love a word I know
- a meaning passed away

floating under bridges
skies summer in their feel

beneath my skin
scars broken
blue a colour known to me

poppies standing strong
summerfields green
a breeze

my longing passing by
in the wind of yesterday
asylum in my eyes



Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-03-26 at 07:58

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NotaDeadPoet
Rob covered th errata; fairy tales ere indeed dreams to be fulfilled or hopes of dreams to become reality --or reality to become the hope of dreams. Either way, as soon as another entity enters the scene, compromise is necessary to make the reality of another's dreams come true.
2007-03-26


Rob Graber
Such wistfulness! Line 6 probably should have "passed"; line 14, "breeze."

PS: About Tai's comment: Isn't "colour" correct in the King's English?
2007-03-26


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
'Your longing passing by in the winds of yesterday'

an inevitable sound of resignation in those words katherine and in the text as a whole this poem oozes sorrow and hidden longing
well done on colourful metaphors well done all round
rgds mike
2007-03-26



Once love has touched your soul, it will always remain imo. A loving lament on past excursions. I believe in fairy tales too. One typo 'colour'. The title could do with capitalising too. Smiling at you, Tai
2007-03-26