Walking silently through the bush
The leaves crunching under my pale feet, bare.
I watch as the bright moon disappears
Behind the cold wisp of a cool nights damp air
The scent of the newly fallen rain
Fills my senses, fills my mind.
I think back to the last years spring
Soft caress, so warm, so kind
The sweet salted taste of lips upon mine
The touch of his soft, strong hand.
Looking deep into his child-like eyes
As we talked on the beach, lying in the sand
The hoot of an owl brings me out of my mind
Into the wildlife so peaceful, so rare
As I continue to walk, I think of the past
His touch, his taste, his scent, his stare.
Yeah... comment lol
Comments
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Solid form and the rhyme scheme followed along nicely. there isn't a whole lot of metaphor, or depth. But the capturing the essence of a moment is done very well.
until exhale,
Grimoire -
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This was written for a lesson, specifically to describe a scene with the sences, emphasising each sence. so for that purpous I supposed it surficed, I passed at least lol
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