Gone? Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Gone?
I had left the door ajar
for just a moment.
Looked up in time
to see a shadow.
Leaving.
Not unlike
some common
thieves
so late at night.
And all that's left
behind for me was
just a sound.
No sound of music
but the busy fiddle
of reality,
which was creating now
the lovely, but so final sounds:
The patter of -just leaving now -,
the patter of so, yes.....
so many
l'il boys' feet.
I post a poem on the meaning of this poem from you 'Forest', it gives my senses, a universal sense of being lost. I simply enjoyed your poem, sir.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/6/2024 12:15:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Such a sweet sentimental poem.....I enjoyed it.