Moss Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE
Moss
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.
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
a poem built on good imagery...the opening stanza lines presenting the 'moss' are beautifully poetic...my ten for you, Andrew
i like your poetry Andrew, , , and this piece is no different from all you have written, , a pleasure to read, ,10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This is so beautiful. Wonderful! Mesmerising!