10/07/08

Just a Poem I wrote

Today
the seventh of October
two thousand and eight
my problems
are leaves
on the tall, strong oak

 

of

Home

Falling
Five thousand miles
from me
the last eight years expand
unfurl themselves and
open out
into nothing. Finally

Nothing.

And tonight
when it is morning
there
will be a supanova
in my sky only
lonely sky, only
homely and shy

My

      problems
f
      all
                ing

Reviews

[PerfectFlaw90]

I really like it. Very calm and reflective. Plus the way you write "falling" at the end is really clever.