Poem -
Rambling Lands
Rambling lands
Your dust has grazed my eyes so many times
Forcing tears to sting
To linger on my chapped cheeks
I speak, yet there is no sound
It is lost inside your catalyst of cries and moans
Where the wind goes to die
And I am nothing more than a bag of bones
Beneath your forlorn sky
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wonderful poem
as always
Thanks Greg for always leaving your lovely words x
Did you see the lunar eclipse I love the moon 🌙 this morning it was too cloudy
couldn’t see it
Sadly I didn’t and I so love the moon too. Apparently it was the longest lunar eclipse since 1440 and it was a blood red moon too! It was only partially available in the U.K.
Jim thanks for liking and reading my poem x
Maybe best read quick methinks, to read it slow might just hurt too much .............. and should she ever need an ear, just be sure to holler x
Your kindness knows no bounds Neville, thank you my friend x
True poetry here Gwen...gets better and deeper with every read, loneliness inks these words from tears XX
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~ "Where the wind goes to die...".......the depths of this piece drowns the reader with its climb down into the pits of despair through the use of such brilliantly subtle phrasing.....every single line has profundity within it borders ~
~ "I speak, yet there is no sound
It is lost inside your catalyst of cries and moans.."
It is in the succinctness of the whole where the foundational strength of this piece is born!! (or at least that is my humble opinion)......PINNED!!.....Oh oh!?....your skills are showing!! (smiles).....Bravo dear poet sister!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....T xo : )
Thanks Tony, as ever you delve right in and leave me with so much to think on. Thank you so very much for being a stellar human my friend x