The sky.
Blue and clear.
A Raven.
A cold, cold sneer.
The ocean.
Churning,,,Burning.
Her eyes.
Reaching, yearning.
A young heart.
Growing. Learning.
Withered sweethearts.
Old...and wise.
The circle.
Ever turning.
Always moving.
Never stopped.
Author's Notes/Comments:
i guess i was feeling....philosophical, when i wrote this. it has special meaning to me because of the symbolism within. it's sortof meant to be one of those poems that gets you thinking...thinking is good for the soul, i think {irony in that sentence??:)}. it tells a story, just with a few words. enjoy? criticise? whatever floats your boat, partner
You are very talented
It truly told a story... I look forward to reading more...
EbonyBlessings/M.S.P/VMB...