thick and layered

thick and layered with green
I breathe in sighs and leave
with the heavy longing of grass

tell me suitor and wild ender of days
where can one find relief
from pondering upon the door

night fell like a thin tailed comet
streaking afternoon attention
with a thousand good byes

there was wild music seeping
through the ins and outs
there was an impossible longing




Short story by Bob
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Written on 2015-06-08 at 19:28

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Wumbulu
Sometimes you really are a poet...loved it
2015-06-09


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
You paint wonderful pictures with words. So nice to read and ponder :)
2015-06-09



I love the feeling of the impossible longing and all the imagery that you always include in your poems. A true delight to read.
Ashe
2015-06-08