Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Phases

Through earth’s nurturing bosom I explode
past seedless silos left to corrode
and all along the way
there are signs of decay
enjoyed by hungry crows beside the road.

The moon’s lingering aura is a curse
enlightening the terminally terse
with silver rays of truth
ignored by hasty youth
when there was still a chance to hit reverse.

3 comments:

Dimps said...

Hey Bob,

Pretty good lines...

"The moon’s lingering aura is a curse
enlightening the terminally terse
with silver rays of truth"

WOW!! You set new standard of perfection everytime!

Regards,
Dimple
http://poemshub.blogspot.com

rch said...

you are much too kind, but thanks a bunch!

Dimps said...

Bob,

I really look forward to your compositions everytime :)
And, trust me... I read many blogs and you write too good. True versatile writer & you are really blessed.

I wish this passion of writing continues!! :)

Regards,
Dimps