Yet again, a wanderer at your shore.
Asking and not waiting for your reply.
Waiting but not wanting; watching but silently.
The eternal presence about eternal emotion
That can move rocks to tears: tears, yes, but
Fabric-ribbed, wounds and profoundly enough
Vacant lots in the mind.
Asking, and not waiting for you to turn back
With a glance or a smile. Elegance and rhetoric
Once when you took over my imagination
And the wonder of it all: the furtive questions that
Would insistently knock at my temples at the break of day:
Asking but walking away.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Poignant wistful and simply legantly written pecae on how the human emotions can be hidden deep within our Silent exteriors,10/10
Elegance and rhetoric Once when you took over my imagination Rachel Ann Butler
Strange is the state of mind Moves away but intertwined. CP
The need for questions answered is highlighted here Rani. along with the insistence an old love makes upon us - - bringing even the 'rocks to tears' is an inspired thought..... thank you - this is a wistful but beautiful verse.... Fay 10 + + +
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a fabulous poem