The last few days
have been full of you.
I don't know whether
to embrace the memories
or scatter myself
into a million other things.
Even when I'm immersed
in life up to the gills
and there are too many
thoughts to count
you emerge from each one
like the name-tag
on my luggage,
bright and yellow
and not easily ignored.
Pronounced, you are...
the STOP shining
out from the octogon of life
like a sign of warning
intersecting my happiness.
Sometimes I believe
you were an exit road
thrown into my interstate
as a relief from the drive...
but most times I'm certain
you were actually roadspikes.
This is really good well done I felt like I was in the poem watching it happen. I also loved the way you expressed yourself well done And thanks for the comment you wrote on my poem it is much appriciated Well done I.S.D.H
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Bobbie. You may like to read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks