Wednesday, October 7, 2009

On-The-Spot IMPROVISATION #1


I dream of the wind on a Fall day,
in the everglades.
I've never been but I pretend I've laid
on the peaceful green grasses that grow
before the sun went down so slow.

My dream diminishes that peaceful thought
and the moon fulfills the sadness of
the night that I spend alone,
because she's gone
for good you know.

1 comment:

  1. For such a short quick poem, it is beautiful. I like how you began with nature and then proceeded to the personal. Great job dear. <3

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