Its not Monday anymore
The winds came and lifted
the sheets higher and farther
than the stretch of my fingers.
I stand and look over to the
other mountain.
There is so much land inbetween
And there.......
Images trodden down
under the march of a thousand starlings
staining the skin of the earth
like a forgotten tattoo.
Its not Monday anymore
And I do not wait
for a turn in the light
to caste shadow
or the air to catch the
bleat of a lamb.
It is late, late into a
week of countless days
and the river bed
is turning to dust.
I enjoyed reading it suzy, I think it is a poem full of meaning and passion, keep writing
It's really very nice Suzy! and don't be nervous even im new here: D
It's really very nice Suzy! and don't be nervous even im new here: D
Nice job, Suzy! And welcome. You did a wonderful job. Hope to read more of your work!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely painted emotions.....................10