There was no fireworks
just a tired mind
too numb to be nasty
bedraggled leaves
...
i like you best when you're sleeping,
peaceful, quiet, responsive to the slightest
...
yesterday, it was in bloom,
the flame of the forest, bordering
...
I am more of a poet than a writer and more of a reader than a poet. I scribble my thoughts mostly on my blog: http: //rashscribbles.wordpress.com. Occasionally, i try my hand at short fiction too. Most of my short fiction efforts are also posted on my blog.)
Fireworks
There was no fireworks
just a tired mind
too numb to be nasty
bedraggled leaves
boring
black-eyed
shivering
in the air
without peace
but no fireworks.