i see water
spill as blood
from an old dream
where my soul
walked free
endless sidewalks
late night lamp lit
shadows
dancing
across the quiet sleep
of children
behind closed windows
my open hand
filled by sand
moist with blood-water
dry lips
lost sips of rhyme
so in love with time
slow on a young man's mind
long highway talking
measured echoes
and walking
sunset calling
tired soul falling
into
and tomorrow
just another dream
As I read I thought of "Gentle on My Mind" I think you are referring to how all viewing one's often hectic youth when we are older seems to slow it down into the essential memories that were most important… The sunrises and sunsets.
Each line slips and flows into the next
with muddles clarity but tempting coherency
until at the end I got the strong feeling
that I had just been on an enlightening
journey. Very poetic.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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with muddles clarity but tempting coherency
until at the end I got the strong feeling
that I had just been on an enlightening
journey. Very poetic.