Faces bow In days unknowing
Gaze upon a virgin sheet
Smileys in a snowstorm glowing
Painting lips which never meet
Houses burning, windmills turning
Perky petals incomplete
See the aspirations sow
Birds and buses come and go
Tiny cramped and sticky people
Bride and groom beneath a steeple.
Faces bow in days unknowing
Eggs are whole and seldom crack
Single rocket set to blasting
Will you give my rubber back?
Reminds me of the John Lodge (Moody Blues) song ' Carry Me ' he wrote about his daughter Emilly.Your poem is just lovely, very well written 10+ regards Tom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a beautiful description of stationary items from younger years; the colour box, the erasers, the pencils, the brook by the mountain and setting sun. Stays stored for a long time and then suddenly comes to life in an enduring embrace or a lingering glance as a remainder of dust of castle in sky suddenly shrunk