FacesA Poem by Matt PenroseAre they real, a memory, or is it just my imagination?figures adorned
in a garland of white,
dancing in a dry field
of yellow
gliding like an unnatural breeze,
like lamplights
in the darkness.
floral-white faces,
sweet and elated
what are they joyous about?
a face like a cloud
settles among them all,
dwelling among the gum trees
and iron bark
wreathed
like the sun in the sky.
but it is all
like the sight of a flower blooming,
unseen and unnoticed,
coming and going,
like leaves caught
through wind,
and i feel like
i’m just dreaming.
it is a road
lying on an unanswered trail,
narrow and forgotten
past the horizon’s far-reaching limbs,
those grey rising gums,
those distant hills.
© 2008 Matt PenroseReviews
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4 Reviews Added on March 14, 2008 Last Updated on September 15, 2008 AuthorMatt PenroseBendigo, AustraliaAboutI am 20 years old, and write merely for the pleasure of it. more..Writing
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