Hand-written Lines

Hand-written Lines                by Sami Khalil

 

We grew in silence and by words of mouth

Poised potently with ravenous hunger

To eternally bind due north and south

Casting our cares in dismays asunder.

 

In that instance, we conjured wispy ghosts

Who raged fearless in our haunted house

No courses to follow, no drawn signposts

Lies lay scattered, somethings bound to espouse.

 

Until the glittering sun awakened

And the rising fog found solace and health

Chasing the wickedest hunt, while chastened

With a foreboding sense, tip-toeing death.

 

You wandered into my life wondering

That which echoes, are lonely minds pondering.

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

Strange how our dreative thoughts sometimes corrispond. I like this well written piece, a lot.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! Thank you so much dear poet and friend for this wonderful review. We sure do.
Looking forward to reading more of your creative ideas.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sami... a haunted house with Ghosts is where most of us Live.
They linger in our minds as contrails of flights that failed.
The Wisdom gained will bring a new environment with a
Cathedral ceiling where Prayers will be answered in due Session.
softly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! Beautiful and wise. This site is full of talent. Thank you kindly for sharing your thoughts and experiences.

[andrew mitchell]

This reads like a journey of love long gone that lives in the memories of those deceased. Love eternal they say! Nice sonnet Sami, you are going from strength to strength, excellent. I had a sonnet moment once but it passed.;)

[Sami Khalil]

Hehehe! You are awesome. You could say that as you read. I like to read one of yours if you will. Thank you for passing through gracefully.

[andrew mitchell]

Its
out of my depth!

[Sami Khalil]

Not out of your wit. Long live the Emperor.

[andrew mitchell]

My sonnets would poison peoples minds with debauchery, beheadings, parties filled with sex, sex, and more sex. I cannot go there, I have to be responsible and of high moral standards, you know!

[Sami Khalil]

:::::)))))))))))

[jacob erin-cilberto]

when two lonely hearts meet...with a ravenous hunger...
they become fearless in their love for each others and definitely cast their cares in dismays asunder.
"Asunder" is such a good word...
I really like this poem...You write love poems so well, never overly sappy, just the real feel of what love might be when it's right.

j.

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy woooo! An honor indeed coming from you sir. You are the beacon of this site. I'm so glad you liked it. Thank you kindly for sharing your thoughts and experiences

[Sami Khalil]

"In that instance, we conjured wispy ghosts

Who raged fearless in our haunted house"
SK