Wandering Thoughts
I lay awake
bone moaning to bone
whispering tales
of long ago litheness
the curtains coyly parted
by an errant breeze
leaving a ribbon of dusty light
flecked with listless dust
I find myself interested
intrigued even
by the way time erases real lives
leaving only vague imprints
blood and spirit fade away
only names and dates remain
mere fragments
that flit within the memories
of those they once knew
when passing moments
rule the night
hovering winsomely
and landing exhausted
the way that sadness
got stuck
in the corners of her eyes
© Carole Mathys
September 2009
the way that sadness
got stuck
in the corners of her eyes
I'll be back to read more.
- David
I'm saved only by my belief that we will once again share ourselves in the House of God.
A soulful, insightful offering.
With thanks and respect,
Richard
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Regis
Beautiful words and only too true. Be well, Liz
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Georg
I admire everything about this poem, its thought, feeling and language, and in particular how the tone softens progressively from start to finish and ends with "the corners of her eyes"...
John
Superb!
fee
Lisa
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Insightful and palpable content!
There are days that certainly
challenge us more than others.
Blessings ...
I've felt your thoughts. I feel your thoughts. Very well written.
Your friend, Mark.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Anna