Unlike You
Its like finding a shoe
In a shoe box
When you were expecting more…..
Its like waking up
In your bed
Instead of his
Its like seeing
What you hoped not to notice
Its unlike .....anything
posted by Faye D'Souza @ 7:59 AM
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
In a shoe box
When you were expecting more…..
Its like waking up
In your bed
Instead of his
Its like seeing
What you hoped not to notice
Its unlike .....anything
2 Comments:
Lovely poetry. It made me feel the expectancy, the disappointment.
The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see --it is, rather, a light by which we may see -- and what we see is life.
-Robert Penn Warren
Once again...the caged soul cries the song of the wind...
once again, the road becomes a path, the journey - a voyage to the blue shadows of the ocean,
...a mind cofused like a firefly in an explosion of hues,searching to heal,to protect...to express.
Once again, a new reason in offshoots in the dream of a dew washed morning.
-Nemo
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