Fathomless and unbounded
The ravine filled in August
It had rained incessantly for weeks
The mud baked walls had mellowed
How I wished I could hold them close
And prevent them from disintegrating
Evenings stole on me,
Games of a different sort.
Morn...Smoke curtained trees, flowed
Embers from the night's fire
Unsatiated, still glowed
Strangers and kin
A collusion, oblivion
I journeyed to the yore
I have a faint remembrance
Is this how it were before?
Long years have gone by
I cannot look back
Shallow puddles, paper boats
Take them asunder
I am challenged by daunting moats
Fathomless and unbounded
The ravine filled in August
It had poured, night after night
Water streaked walls crumbled
Paper boats, soggy and wet
How I wish I hold them afloat.
3 comments:
Very nice ... as always, love your writing. So this is the third post in a a relatively short amount of time that deals with water (The Fabled Lake, Garden City - Parched Throats being the other two)... not sure if there's a connection, but just something I noticed. I like the way you returned to the first line for the last stanza. Nice...
Fathomless & Unbounded RAVINE is equally touching as Fabled LAKE. You have given life in both inert and uncommon geographical dimensions.
Esirah,
Glad you like the post. Its not intentional that I have had water in 3 consecutive posts. Its just that I find it so fascinating, and mysterious. I love the rain, rivers, streams and little waterfalls, but I find oceans very challenging and scary!
Pushyamitra,
Thanks for the appreciation. Glad you liked both my poems.
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