Moss Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE

Moss

Rating: 5.0


Upon the ground where shadows lie
And dampness from the solemn sky
Through all the seasons passing by
The path just gathers moss.

Beneath the tree that changes shade
As autumn nears and summer's bade
Farewell for now the promise made
Bequeaths a sense of loss.

But as it grows forever green
The emerald has lost its sheen
Where once the days were so serene
Now nothing more than dross.

Now as my tears fall to the floor
And where the sunlight shines no more
Yet here I'll wait I know not for
Where dreams just gather moss.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ramesh T A 15 September 2008

Wonderful poem to read and dream in loneliness!

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Dil Nawran Hriti 09 August 2022

This is so beautiful. Wonderful! Mesmerising!

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Max Kuvaev 24 December 2008

I like this poem very much. Its pattern is very neat and the feel it evokes is strong.

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Ernestine Northover 18 September 2008

This one is woven so well. A lovely piece of work. Great imagery, I could see it all. Loved this one. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX

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Kesav Easwaran 16 September 2008

a poem built on good imagery...the opening stanza lines presenting the 'moss' are beautifully poetic...my ten for you, Andrew

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Sadiqullah Khan 16 September 2008

i like your poetry Andrew, , , and this piece is no different from all you have written, , a pleasure to read, ,10

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