I have returned
Carved a path through
honeysuckle days
to allay our disquiet
We will reacquaint ourselves
with peaks and valleys
Hands tucked
in foxglove snug
We stare into
then through
watching eyebright
shining incandescence
leaving shimmer trails
of sight
You crayon my skin
cornflower shades of yesterday
Listen to the sound of us
with cats ear clarity
the way we
twitch this way
and that
Forget-me-nots
will spring
from our
receding footprints
To leave
wildflower paths
for others to follow
5 comments:
wonderful poem! I love the lines,
"leaving shimmer trails
of sight" and "You crayon my skin
cornflower shades of yesterday". they sound so nice. you're a very talented poet. :D
Well thankyou very much Miss Magic, Im glad you enjoyed it.
This is such a pretty wander through a field of wildflowers. Very lovely :)
Beautiful poem Chris. I absolutely love this one from you. Okay, so I am partial to flowers and colors.
Thankyou Moon, *whispers* dont tell anyone I looked up wild flower types and just used whatever took my fancy to write this, how very pedestrian of me lol.
Hiya Sandy, thankyou kindly, glad you enjoyed it *smile*
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