Deva De Silva

Destination - Poem by Deva De Silva

Sun grows calm in the crimson sky
Softly caressing the arched back
A lone man sitting semi-upright
On a scarred wooden bench
Decaying wood planks
Peeling soggy paint
Discoloured and marked with time
Embraces a tall lean frame
A gust of spring air blows
Parting thick grey hair
Baring a scalp of pale white
My fingers hover in air
A torso hunched trembles
Old hands clasped on lap
Purposely and gracefully
Hugs the arms criss-crossed
Squinting brown eyes gaze
A place in horizon
Only he can sense,
Only he can grasp,
Which I long to see...

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  • (3/14/2010 3:14:00 AM)

    Nice, I really liked it. :) you have lovely poems. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 6, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 20, 2013

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