Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Scented Island Mystery - Carry on Tuesday #31

My hands...
open the curtains of your being
My eyes...
drink in the softness of your seeing

Storm casts shadows on your wall
crescendo builds as tremors fall

My head...
spins in island scented mystery
My heart...
aches in solitude's aimless destiny

Darkness warms with coming light
washes shadows from hazed sight

My hands...
close the curtains of our being

4 comments:

George S Batty said...

very nice. I have read you before.
you wite good poetry

Anonymous said...

Enjoyed reading this write."darkness warms with coming light
washes shadows from hazed sight"
was too good.

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Liked reading this poem very much. Well done my friend.


love, Melanie

Larry said...

Nicely done love your writing and your poems have you ever considered writing flash fiction? I think you'd enjoy it we have quite a large group that gets together and write our fifty five word story we then post them to our own blog but we let Galen know on his blog so he and all the others can come and read them also. mr knowitall is the man that came up with this idea. check out his site by clicking the top link the bottom link is to my blog


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