my mind speaks #2

Botch was her soul,face high up.
Hath not she loved,
No glum,born.
The lonely leaf, was jaunty to her.
Street not hiked,
Tickle pinked the girl.
She sang to the leaf a sorrow verse,
Wiped her eyes, hale heart she was

Author's Note

More to come.....

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is like a battle between good and evil, only in this case, sorrow and joy...one leads to the other and vice-versa almost with no transition...just happens...maybe it is the poet's personality...life hits us hard in good ways and bad ways...and moves our pens...

[Ayushi Jha]

Thank you. An honest reviewer, you are. Means a lot :)

[Adam Adams]

Now the IInd's series addressing how one love may bring poor aches when it's came outta blues..

"She sang to the leaf a sorrow verse,
Wiped her eyes, hale heart she was"

Quite intriguing lines. Liked how you express one's life in few simplistically blown deepen words. It's like..

".. she was in love, love plucked the petals off of her peace, she became a "leaf of sorrow" that further wiped off her beautifully tearful eyes...

.. she stood quiet in the corner, ov'r the edge of very roads,
Tickle pinked the girl was ... forbidden soul & lost with botched hopes"

That's what I kinda .. "can" resonate from the verse of your words. I like how you creating & putting some sorta suspense .. with the flow of your series. Interesting to read!

[Ayushi Jha]

Your portrayal for my lines, reflects your creativity and thinking. Credits to you:)