A distant echo
Between heartbeats
A long road
Without an end
A strange place
Unknown features
A crooked fence
A message sends.
The wheat field sways
Upon a carpet
Wind aided
Church bell rings
Deep within
The deeper thought
Of the weather vane
Which sings.
An idle longing
In its motion
Twisting right
Then to the left
Forming circles
In the light mist
Of the minds
Companionship bereft.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments3
This poem leaves a lonely and rather desolate feeling of solitude. The wording is well chosen and it calls out to the reader. Well done
thanking you, much appreciated
You are most welcome.
Good write N.
thanking you, much appreciated
Well done Norman
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