His face sank into palms
as if a gray burden no longer borne
and words seem to assail, quaked
with each blast, like cold determined winds
were cutting through
warm places set aside for self.
Deprived of his last refuge,
his sad dark eyes lifted to windows,
tinged panes colored the world
in weather worn blue, to see a nest and robin’s egg
in a passing cloud.
Left the room,
a mind simply walked away; body stuck still
mid rocker sway lost in remembrance of a day
when he saw softer worlds
through bluer eyes than ever dreamed,
and love was a smile more gentle than life
could ever bring upon him again.
A contest entry
- Character, Analogy, Story by CarolDesjarlais.
875 points, ended June 14, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
-
oh wow, how evocative this poem is..... I felt the leaving.
-
Wonderful, friend. This is fitting for the mood I'm in today.
Not that I feel this particular way but reminiscing puts me in the state of mind where I can relate. Write on, brother. One.
Dez
-
Magnificient!
Your last stanza is sheer eloquence. I like to rock myself when I am perturbed -- this always allow my good thoughts to sift themselves to the surface of my mind. Wonderful job here. Peace.
-
.
Adding your comment:
