AliveA Poem by Francis RosenfeldThe soft breeze that touched me has opened the sky and sun dappled brightness like honey, but who has the time for the birds in the trees and genially watching the bunnies?The soft breeze that touched me has opened the sky and sun dappled brightness like honey, but who has the time for the birds in the trees and genially watching the bunnies? The grass looks alive from the touch of the rain and smells like a bright summer morning, though summer is slowly approaching its end and colorful leaves started falling. I…is there an I where I stand, or only the memory humming, of all the past mornings collected before the sun of this day started shining? So total the feeling it is of this now, that wraps so much comfort around me, it draws all my soul to the being around, the larger still me I’m becoming. And voices insist that I come back to Earth, they chide me for being absentminded. But wait for a second, you don’t understand! I’m paying attention to it, finally! © 2023 Francis Rosenfeld |
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1 Review Added on November 2, 2023 Last Updated on November 2, 2023 AuthorFrancis RosenfeldAboutFrancis Rosenfeld has published ten novels: Terra Two, Generations, Letters to Lelia, The Plant - A Steampunk Story, Door Number Eight, Fair, A Year and A Day, Mobius' Code, Between Mirrors and The Bl.. more..Writing
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