Beneath the arch
Of sheltering trees
Amidst the lilac
Scented breeze
The trickling sunlight
Rain now paused
Single droplets
From leaves fall.
The aching bones
Of previous night
Bathed in silver
Moonlight bright
Seem to linger
In memorys tray
Invading thought
Upon this day.
The wanton moment
Lost to life
Time a dance
To relight
My footsteps upon
A well worn path
In solitude
To gently pass.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Good write N. Waiting under the arches for that bus...... lol
Yes been there since wednesday, reckon no 7 is due lol
So nicely worded with wonderful images it has to be a fave
much appreciated and many thanks
You are most welcome
good read
many thanks, much appreciated
Norman, “single droplets / from leaves fall” immediately pulled me into the scene. That quiet detail makes the whole poem breathe naturally…the world feels still, damp, and reflective all at once. Beautiful imagery throughout, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
thanking you for such kind comments always much appreciated
We really need to dance more as a race. Thanks, Norman 🕊️🙏
Lovely poem!
thanking you much appreciated
That solitude will soon pass Norman and all will be well.
Andy
All is well my friend, thanks for read and much appreciated
Beautifully written!!!!
most kind, thanking you always much appreciated
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