by Curiouswife
this rolled off the mind ..so fluid like a gentle wave...nice/blue
I was going to say that the "call of galls" phrase seems to stick out as the only (unintentional?)rhyme and then it suddenly hit me...did you mean to say "gulls" ??
is a moment ever lost
when we plant time bombs
dreary delighful gardens
fields of mines and yours
folded up in forgotten places
only to reopen old wounds
with the careful unfolding
of an aging yellow letter
Your words wrapped me in the moment effortlessly. I can smell the water and hear the gulls cry.
"We have to give this up".
What a wrenching line for this softly compelling poem, yet it does not detract from the flow of words nor the imagery.
the reads from your random heart,
the thought a pen prevokes,
and the waves that crash into
the shore.
left me feeling that sense
of loss, tongue lays silent
while the soul screams,
' dont go ' .
very well done curious,
I am hooked, again....
-sGp-