Sitted on a rock while ashore on lake vic
My two tiny legs like two tiny sticks half mast
I sit facing the continuous incurssions
A thought, more thought,then finally
This rosy sheen.
When I remember the good old days
That trigger off nothing other than Romance
I feel driven back to these poignant intimacies
When I used to awaken only to focus on
Sweet-smelling roses that stood
In a jar a few inches beside my bed
The living memory of this reminds me of
My caring Old Gran ma
Who attended to every of my needs
She gave me all the love my mother would
If she were there.
When I stare at the infant sun,
As it innocently rises up the clouds,
I without hesitation naturally recall
My sweetest princess; who gently
Soothed me on weary moments.
She is like the stubborn strand of meet
Logged between my teeth
I picked, I picked, Till I let it be
She waits patiently till the hero returns
She studys as I do
Keeping the faith
Guarding the Love
I promise My prayers unto these..
I dream,I think Hard,wish, ooh....
The good old days,
How I long to there again!
| this is vocabularily challenging me personally although it has a few grammatical mistakes or typos shd i say-meet shd be meat, studys shd be studies. those are the only corrections, otherwise it has beautifully done imagery,good vocabulary, man you're good!||| Posted on 2005-03-26 00:00:00 | by nevender | [ Reply to This ] || wish we could all go back in time to the best of our memories! wonderful job you did on this poem. it made me feel so good!||| Posted on 2005-03-21 00:00:00 | by MMISS | [ Reply to This ] || A beautiful sentiment to your gandma and the earlier days of youth. I too, miss those days. Life seemed much simpler then. A good write. I enjoyed reading it. Hope your life is going well. Take Care!|
|| Posted on 2005-03-19 00:00:00 | by Intricate1 | [ Reply to This ] |