Poem -

Glow

she had a strange light
all about her,
which she wore like a
pair of drawn
curtains, to let all her
shadows
   breathe easy, she said ..
and while
those she did cast both
fore and aft,
appeared golden, not
one of her
  disciples then glowed ..
but in that
moment she stumbled
  and fell, each
one of those disciples
  could tell she
was far from perfect
and her robe
was but sackcloth, hastily
  throwed ..

 

Like 5 Pin it 4
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.

Comments

author
Lorna

Hi Neville, I thoroughly enjoyed this one......think we all have some sort of barrier that we show to the world, an ability to mask what we consider the (less pleasing) aspects of our personalities ...but somtimes those windows aren't glazed well causing a draft that blows the curtains open

Lorna xxx 

Reply
author
Neville

what a very kind review you have left for me Lorna .. many thanks indeed .. I cherish every word .. Neville xx

Reply
author
sparrowsong

Hello Nev...

What you see is what you get?

The bottom line is the one that matters most?

​​​​​​Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

Reply
author
Neville

Thank you for dropping in .. I like what I see my friend .. Neville 

Reply
author
Marion

This needs words I just don't have right now...Will be back x

Reply
author
Neville

I'm counting on it ..
Bless you our M .. no rush, no pressure, no worries whatsoever xx

Reply
Poem -

The Weight of Enlightenment

I am almost too ashamed
to admit that
it took me years to realise,
the warmest...

Poem -

One More Open Verdict For...

She came out of the sky like
a rocket
and for a moment, or maybe
not quite
...

Poem -

Queues

Having lost her place in the bread queue, she found
herself hurried along
by a prod from a...

Latest poems in Freestyle

Poem -

LESSONS FROM A LIFE

LESSONS FROM A LIFE

Ain't it sometimes true
That those who should love you
Are the...

Poem -

Maple Syrup and Pancakes

Maple Syrup and Pancakes

In the woods of Canada πŸ‡¨πŸ‡¦

The air grows crisp, a painter's hand

With...

Poem -

Befallen

Befallen

Mouth of the orange-flavored lollipop
Hands of the bicycle on the yard
Eyes of the doll...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com