solemn yet graceful

solemn yet graceful
a bar of sand
swirling in nowhere

she was the first
to walk the trimmed grass
with soft keys

 
the station blistering
in between trains
abandoned

I am the wind
in the old tree
a flustering passenger

birds with no tools
flutter in the chirping
with no feathery anxiety

she moves me
makes me inhale
with a certain purpose

the day is no ally
no source for reveries
just this longing




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-07-11 at 03:16

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This one is full of breathtaking imagery and metaphorical phrases that bring the scene to life. I have to end it with a sigh.
Beautiful!
2014-07-11



This one is full of breathtaking imagery and metaphorical phrases that bring the scene to life. I have to end it with a sigh.
Beautiful!
2014-07-11