Driss Ezzireg

I Was Not Immune. - Poem by Driss Ezzireg

The woods were soft green
The sun reddish moon
The moon not yet born
The owl still, forlorn.
And I was not immune.

I knew how diamond dew
Could alter your view
Could wake your senses
Guard off your fences.
And I was not immune.

The house in silence.
The heart in absence.
Golden age past old
Old age done and sold.
And I was not immune.

Back bent and shoulders bowed
Face wrinkled and eyes circled
Mouth hollow, limbs weakened
Soul adrift, mind blinded
And I was not immune.

I was not immune
Sun and moon,
Dawn and dew,
Life and death,
Love and you.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and life

Form: Blank Verse

Comments about I Was Not Immune. by Driss Ezzireg

  • Abderrahmane Dakir (1/27/2016 8:19:00 AM)

    Wonderful poem about nature, health and love. Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

    (1/27/2016 3:20:00 PM)

    Thanks a lot for the trouble you take to read my poems.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 25, 2016

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 26, 2016

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