Deja

a red sun

summertime

rottweiler waves

that chased little children

 

my mind was lost 

the wrong season

a cold winter hym

call it that

 

than

i saw a wondering mourning

she carried her sandles

her eyes spoke

 

my feet

they answered

than

I saw

a quiet house

two old bees

her at my side

deja

 

is that her

my mermaid

 

come here

 

this sailor

he can't swin

and that heavy heart

i wonder

how long will he stay a float

 

 

 

Reviews

[Erotic Goddess]

Such a beautiful conundrum all wrapped up into this beautiful piece. I really enjoyed reading this piece, it was easy to read.

xxoxx,
Goddess

[StrawberryDream]

This is a beautiful poem! I can't wait to read more... I adore your phrasing, and the way you draw on imagery, instead of beating deliberate words to death.