Nomad Omnia

*? - Poem by Nomad Omnia

Her eyes flash like tears
From a tumbling stream.
Her hands flutter like doves
Made nervous by a changing wind.
Her voice strains like a willow
Made full by summer rain.

If I were to stoop
And drink from those waters,
Pluck both doves from uncertainty
And rest them to my chest,
Wound the tree to bleed the strain
And let it heal.

Could I then
Drink forever
Hold forever
Rest forever
In the sylvan shade
Of the graceful willow?

Comments about *? by Nomad Omnia

  • Ahmed Abomahfouz (9/13/2011 9:31:00 AM)

    your imagery in the poem is weird, for example: it is difficult to me to imagine tears coming from tumbling stream then you liken this with her eyes flash (Report) Reply

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  • (3/16/2011 5:30:00 AM)

    Nice sentiments fit in the frame of rhythm. Good work. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, September 27, 2010

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