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.
Are You Reading Me?
Hey Bob,
ReplyDeletePretty 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
you are much too kind, but thanks a bunch!
ReplyDeleteBob,
ReplyDeleteI 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