Faces

Are 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.

Reviews

i could smell/see the good old aussie bush, "weaving within the tall dead grass.", creates such a strange illusion for me. but still lovely, tall dead grass it doesnt seem possible. XP
nice poem

Cheerio Chap
BReEZa

[Breeza]

I really like this one Matt, I love wreathed like the sun. its smile
a voice of righteousness, consuming me within like fire. That is my favorite part. Very good

[Ricohard]

Good flow. Mysterious rythm. Great imagery.
I reckon you could get this published.

[Moonlit-Blues]

o.o Its a mystery. Mysterious poem, bit bland for my liking, love the 'dwelling among the gum trees' and the air of mystery works wonders.