Untold

This is still a work in progress.

Here it comes the wind and sun

Yesterdaying life and love

I passed along the hidden dell

And waited for the tale to tell.

 

Tell the tale and shout with glee

Painful, joyful memories.

For lost like crumpled leaves is worse

Unsung, unheard, untold, unversed.

 

Reviews

[Bare trees]

Not positive about what it meant but I liked it all the same. I don't think I've ever heard the word yesterdaying before but I liked the way you used it here in a poetic fashion.

[just is]

I like this it's wonderful.
I really enjoy your poetry you have a wonderful talent.

[Eagle Cruagh]

Love this poem !

Sounds like a poem out of a college English
book, one that taught me to love poetry.

You have a gift, the ability and inclination to
say volumns in a few words. You are so rare,
please send more.

----- Eagle Cruagh