Long did I linger midst
the dark, damp forest of despair
unaware if the sun was shining above.
The dense foliage forming
a canopy overhead covering
the sky with outstretched
moss-draped arms
fingers reaching out
as if to envelope me.
The ground underfoot strewn
with molded pine cones.
The oppresive surroundings
leaving a bitter taste on the tongue.
Thick air resonating with sounds
of loons in a faraway pond.
Longing for home I make my way back
arriving to find a lavender tulip
blooming in the sun
three narcissus by the front porch
and in the mail... a letter from you.
Loons and lavender tulips, mind getting lost in a imaginary enchanted forest with now and then a biter drop falling on the tongue as solitude touches it with a finger...
A romantic write from a romantic poetess.
Georg
PS. Return of the sun? I didn't knew it was gone!
Reviewed by Elizabeth Hobbs (Reader)
Reviewed on February 26, 2009
Hi Marcia
Your words are beautiful and dreams that night must have been sweet.
Be well, Liz
Marcia,
Out of the dark and gloom into the light of hope, natural beauty and that most precious of gifts, a love letter.
Beautifully thought through and eloquently expressed.
John
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hugs, Myrna
A romantic write from a romantic poetess.
Georg
PS. Return of the sun? I didn't knew it was gone!
Your words are beautiful and dreams that night must have been sweet.
Be well, Liz
Be always safe,
Karen
Out of the dark and gloom into the light of hope, natural beauty and that most precious of gifts, a love letter.
Beautifully thought through and eloquently expressed.
John