The day

The ominous day has its very own voice,
never too busy for a sudden reminiscence,
gathering all its scattered wild berry boys
in a chilly bleak basket full of senescence
and a faint wind that lures you astray.

The mentally disturbed trees are waking
to the songs of thin, sluggish, green grass;
and I am but the observer at the rim, aching
with what is taking place under the glass
and above all one can witness in one day.



Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2007-04-30 at 08:07

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
the moods you create with your writing are so strong... this is no exception, of course... and i learnt a new word today 'senescence', thanks to you :) beautiful poetry, with deep felt meaning... echoes my feelings on many a day... *hugs* xx
2007-04-30



That should be KING!lol I am sure you are kind too though? Smiling more, Tai
2007-04-30



An amazing look at The Day Bob! You are kind of metaphor in my book. There are two 'thats' in there. I adore the mentally disturbed trees line!lol Wicked work, Smiling at you, Tai
2007-04-30