Like an alley
The street hides between
Trees of brown rattling leaves
In the daring depths of dark.
The swirling wind above
Spinning its airy way
Down the vacant road.
Aged rain water
Leaves its signature in mirror-like puddles
On the unpure pavement
And in the mind I call mine.
I fake possession of solitary sight
Enough to spot them
In light's absence.
I playfully splash one:
Shattering its glassy stillness
To beg Childhood's charming return to me.
Great images flowing all over the universe of your brilliant poem.Fantastic
You have such a creative way with words, Amy! Lovely poem!
truly a very nice portrayal of images flowing smoothly in verse. your poem had made my day. thanks a lot for sharing.
Like this one very much. Read mine - The Bloom of Youth - Adeline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
fake possession of solitary sight, more of inspire dear, lovely. pls read my new poem " In the garden.