Missing You
My toes are in the bright blue earth,
my head in the ochre sky.
The wind is wet with sorrowful mirth,
and the dry river rushes by.
The crickets lift their heads in song,
while mountain goats are laying eggs
near willows thick and strong,
in which robins rest their tired legs.
There's a scent of laughter on the air
I've followed all this time,
but what I'd hoped to find out there
has fallen into grime.
Without you in this world we made
the sense just seems to fail and fade.
Note: This is my attempt at a sonnet and not the kind of thing I usually do; not exactly right but I like the sound of it anyway. I promise not to make any more promises about what I'll post and when. It'll happen when I get around to it. More OSI here.
8 comments:
I like your sonnet very much. I feel the love and the loneliness as I visualize this world.
I love the mountain goats laying eggs, the scent of laughter . . the unexpected things. It is true that couples create odd worlds like this. The only clue to the sadness, at first, is the sorrowful mirth. I know that pain of death and losing your world, so it was extremely sad for me but very expressive of the reality I felt.
This has such magic in it - great rhythm and flow. Nice read.
Nicely done. It sounds like a sonnet. You are a brave girl to write one.
Melanie
The images and emotions you captured with your words are wonderful.
I would like to exchange links with your site eclectichuman.blogspot.com
Is this possible?
I would like to exchange links with your site eclectichuman.blogspot.com
Is this possible?
If you want to exchange links with me the first thing to do is tell me who you are and why you chose this neglected little blog of mine. I tend to exchange links only with people I actually like and know a little bit about. I may not get to every blog in my side bar regularly but there's nobody over there I don't genuinely like.
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