Hands Skimming Grass

Hands Skimming Grass

A Poem by Leesah

In shadow gardens I hear you weep

A stranger you have become

Through weakening, through mires

Steep


 

A different stone has arose...

In stillest silence caressing me, here

In blades of burning green


 

Soul flies deep

In transcendence

Delicate fresh wreathes of mourning

The fairest and supple hands

Grieve the smooth of  undying skin


 

I'm forgotten


 

The same earth bearing me

A stranger among fading suns

Of how it once was


 

Will I know you

Ever

Anymore


 

You, the me, a stranger to my flesh

Laid on fallen leaves

Calls the green earth of reminds

Save reveries last

These hands still

Can skim these quiet blades of grass

 

© 2008 Leesah


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The language you use in the poem is fantastic. It has a tranquil longing effect. I really like it. NH

Posted 16 Years Ago


a very good work...a touching feeling

Posted 16 Years Ago


Sighs...

So beautiful, you have the magic touch. Such stunning words.
In shadow gardens I hear you weep

A stranger you have become

Through weakening, through mires

Steep

U wish you much happiness, your such a beautiful soul...

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautifully worded Leesah.
It's been a while since I read your work, it's good to see your style hasn't wavered.
Bravo Sis

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on February 11, 2008

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Leesah
Leesah

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