Dancing sillhouettes of your memory
left me with broken promices and a
heart that can not mend
Hearing the geese in the fall migrating
all in a feather, calling and gleefully
flying with so much anticipation of
thier enchanting journey
Watching the sun set at the
end of the dreary day and
to see the rays effervestantly
fall to hues of pink, blue and lavender
Closing my eyes and alowing your
aroma to enter my world one more
time, makes me feel like the geese
the sun, and mostly a silhouette in
search of its image........
The imagery is outstanding and the ending so perfect, even though it is so very sad poem. I really liked the colors you use and I imagined these in contrast to a black silhouette. Excellent Bonnie!
Bonnie, Your writings captivate the mind and the soul with depth and feeling - never lay your pen down. It would be a great loss to us all not being able to read your poetry! Robert
This is a very poignant yet delightful poem, love it Bonnie! ! *10*! ! Best wishes, Friend Thad
Bonnie, your imagework is as resplendent as the Christmas lights at Rockefeller Center...And, as always...tour sructural, is of crisp, tight & smooooothe consequence! Bravo, Magnifico, Bien & tres bon! ~ FjR ~ ..2008..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and mostly a silhouette in search of its image........ Loved this...so very poignant, touches the reader with a sadness.......