One thin dime in time

 

And a life it was said
taken upon a day
scared of the night
it shriveled inside
left only with it's thoughts
keeping curtains closed
embracing succour mind
slept, slumped upon the bench
awaiting a daylight come
roam, roam solemn rome
Grundy Monday, till every Tuesday
of which spark laden prey
held out in kids room
pushing into night school
save your prayer, for gone well be
push on but conveyance, sled, slip
willow in breeze
as cloud within shroud
rained buckets of years
A life it was took
but within a small nook
rested dusty air of which
one but care
took the hand of fare, reborn
to life,
again
out there   

 

 

 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"left only with it's thoughts
keeping curtains closed
embracing succor mind
slept, slumped upon the bench
awaiting a daylight come ."
This is some good poetry. All good and flowing...:)

[Souladareatease]

I thank You Sami!!!
My oddness, if I think in more cryptic terms, I can write more flowing it seems...I don't fancy writing rhyme...I like others that do, but for my own I don't as a constant...this is about as close to rhyming I get stylistically. thank You for the kind words!!!

[Sami Khalil]

It is really good even not intentional. I do like cryptic writes too...:)

[quinfinn]

well, this is certainly cerebral and stimulating, to say the least. i think i may need to revisit this piece a coupe of times to glean all that needs to be revealed but i am impressed with the depth of the words and the imagery....awesome.

[Souladareatease]

Thank You Quin...that was quick Sir...I left here read an email and there You are---humbled by Your kind words!!!