A Father's Lines (9) Poem by Elna Nel

A Father's Lines (9)



at your feet grow sands
unsatisfied with life
no longer angry at
the darkness of my soul
as you long to see me
filter words of the past
as we look to see
and listen to hear
not easily we made
ways to comprehend
the sea in its flow
whereon silent convitions
like silver suns show
again that love can bend

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
James Haggenmaker 26 May 2012

Nice additions. I thought 7 was the end but then I noticed 8 & 9 and they were both fantastic.

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