Where ever she has gone
Is there a thought of me
As she looks up, or down
From my palm the old stone
Spins into the golden sea
Emerald spray against violet sky
A heart held too near
Time passed on
I gaze across the world
From the dipping suns
And prevent
My last sigh
I truly enjoyed this beautiful vision you've left me with Tailor! It reminds me of a painting.......just beautiful. Very nice. Sincerely, mary
I love this poem, Tailor, especially the first two lines. I have put it in my favorite poems
I wonder how many times, that stone skipped. And how many more stones will follow? Danny
Very impressive craftwork, Tailor...Poetic brevity is a penumbra of sorts...as well as a most complex facet of the Art....Your masterfull attention to structure, rhythm and well placed imagwork makes 'NOT THIS DAY', a perfect day for this Poem. '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR/fjr
Stunning work here Tailor, love the analogies and the stone skimming across the water is one I've wanted to use but not found the correct setting! ! You've done this to perfection.... HG: -) xx
What an ending, and what a title for this state of mind, this affirmation - despite the suggestion this heart was 'held too near'! And the throwing of the stone is such a symbolic act! Like throwing ourselves away. Every line so telling. Another marvel Tailor. jim
This is absolutely beautiful Tailor, I like it very much, Thankyou--Melvina
Stunningly beautiful. A moment of wistful melancholy. Anna Stephens
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tailor - beautiful use of imagery and color - brilliant write! Brought a lovely picture to my mind's eye. Linda