Vital eyes of a loving companion
are not to be found in a thicket full
of overgrown woody and green distractions
that once embraced her mind so bored and dull
Absence is amplified by dark silence.
At high noon a siren sounds for return,
waiting, watching and wonder the penance
for the forgotten confidante I yearn.
Alas, a jingle from afar tickles
the worrisome ears on a widow's peak.
A rush from the brush ignites a fickle
excitement that is burning so to speak.
Frantic brown eyes meet worried and wrinkled
blue for an embrace that's unique and true.
Some real emotion here, Emily. I'd love to talk with you about this poem. I wonder if there's a way to clarify the story a little bit.
ReplyDeleteCurious imagery throughout! Good start.