I sit in silence.
A soft light seems to sit upon my face.
Pondering, some phrases form concepts
Of a place--
Captured in thought, freed from phrases,
Pictures like raindrops--
Hard to count, hard to hold.
I'm lost in mazes.
Bent like old age,
I want to remember
Bright lights and smiling faces.
Still I tread in water wondering,
What is that which touches
Comments on this poem/writing:
|anonymous (184.108.40.206) -- Monday, November 27 2006, 08:53 pm|
This really hit a nerve for me. Amazing, just purely amazing!
Click here to read other Poems by Nero
Copyright©2017-1999 by Rebecca R. Hammack
COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved. No part of this website, including all pictures and written words, may be reproduced or copied in any manner from this website without permission of the original author of the work. All poetry and pictures herein remain the sole property of the original author and/or copyright owner. All poetry on this website has been submitted by the original author of the work. To contact any author of the work please e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org so the proper person may be notified.