Wayne G. Palmer

(Concord, New Hampshire, USA)


Poem by Wayne G. Palmer

An alabaster morning,
Shy eye coquettish o'er treetops tipped gold,
Painting the mind with your peerless panorama,
Flipping your coin high to radiant chance,
As we gaze from paper cages, fawning in the shadows,
Fidgeting old dreams buried deep in our pockets,
Wishing your fate to the face of our chalice,
Watching your palette, our hopes, become blue,
Wistfully yearning, enticed for another...
An alabaster morning...

Comments about Translucence by Wayne G. Palmer

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: fate, hope, dream

Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

[Report Error]