Nine (a sonnet)

I slept in morning’s mist by temperance way

should gators tread across the turtle’s path

torrents of rain since washed my breath away

while life escorts the silent reaper’s wrath

 

She cared for me as angels split the rails

and dreamt of all those lonely days apart

we shouldered sleepless nights like yawning sails

just so, we surged as waves do death depart

 

Could she have loved me, just one moment more

with all the seagulls spaced above the crowds

their sense of purpose, easy to ignore

hidden within those faceless, timeless clouds

 

Gentle efforts feed the need for company

Love beckons our spirit, to set us free.

Reviews

[K writes]

Powerful and emotional as well, very nicely expressed....

[no tell writer]

This is so very good, love your first stanza a lot.

[Sami Khalil]

Whoa! Sooo good and surging with beauty. Your writes are gently timeless...:)...................

[Allen Smuckler]

Thanks Sami, for your gentle words...
always welcomed

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. ....::::))))

[Coyote Poetry]

Gentle, powerful and good words shared my friend.
"Gentle efforts feed the need for company
Love beckons our spirit, to set us free."
I enjoyed the complete poem. The above lines. I liked a lot. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Allen Smuckler]

You always have had such kind words for my work...
I always look forward to your comments...sorta validates what I'm trying to do... thanks Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

Always my pleasure to read your work. You are welcome.