October is a season of gauzy veils at dawn,
Something like memory, a scroll erasable,
When you cannot decide or ensure
What to remember and what you'd rather forget.
October is a season of gauzy veils at dawn,
Something like memory, a scroll erasable,
When you cannot decide or ensure
What to remember and what you'd rather forget.
Daylight percolates afar in dark shades of grey,
And streaks of dream-besotted spray
Across the misted voyage prow,
The opaline promise of Now.
- - - - - - - Mysuru, India; November 2017.
Daylight percolates afar in dark shades of grey,
And streaks of dream-besotted spray
Across the misted voyage prow,
The opaline promise of Now.
A natural poetic imagination, Ananta. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
Yeah, October comes with varied colors and weathers. Nice write.Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a lovely write, Ananta..10+++