In honor of National Poetry Month, April’s Thursday Tales will be poems. This is one of my more recent creations:
Window
One hand on the frame
I lean out, fingertips tingling as they stretch
almost touch the clouds
Breeze brings life to this barren room
a rusted leaf fluttering
on the scent of flowers
tinged with dew
I can almost taste the rain
from horizon's storm
Wind whispers in my ear
telling stories of freedom
and of you
whoever you are
looking for me
If I did not believe its truth
I would throw myself
to kiss the earth never touched
or strangle my pale neck
with the curse of my hair
I will wait
only a bit longer
I cannot live another winter
alone
in this tower
(**changed blog layout to a clean, nice-on-the-eyes, default template. still looking for what I want long-term, so feedback is still welcome)
LOVE the poem. You are so talented. I also like the current look of your blog. Very easy to read.
ReplyDeleteI really love this poem! And now it's so easy to read it :)
ReplyDeleteNothing else to say, except that I love love love that poem. makes me want to write poetry, except that my poems would be terrible!
This is a beautiful Rapunzel poem! Great emotions. keep up the good work
ReplyDeleteI am a total coward when it comes to poetry. Your poem is terrific.
ReplyDeleteI like a clean blog layout. "Stretch" can be a little harder to read than narrow column.
Matt - Thanks for the feedback. I'll switch over to Minima until I get my final layout set up.
ReplyDeleteEveryone - Thank you for the praise on my poem. I love creating new poetry, but don't do it nearly enough. This month gives me an excuse. :-)