hidden by the fog
I walked blindly
chasing the road as if in a blind alley
sounds of chilly wind chased me
silence of my chilled heart propelled me
I stumbled in the cobbled path
fell down on my knees,
compelled to kiss the frosted earth
when I reached home
I didn't see the light at first
but seeing you sleeping so peacefully
I jumped on our bed
kissed the roof with glee
cool surface drove away my guilt
innocence of your love merged into me
"when you wake up
I will make up
until then I am going to figure out
how to stand upside down"
21 comments:
Love these lines...I jumped on our bed
kissed the roof with glee
cool surface drove away my guilt
innocence of your love merged into me....I can feel the anticipation and the love....
I happened to visit Poets United today. Don't have time to respond to the prompt. But I think you did a wonderful job. I love this poem, and how did you ever find a picture to match so well?
You use lovely words to create clear imagery.
"until then I am going to figure out
how to stand upside down"
LOVE this line!
Wonderful conclusion.
I really like this take on the image.
I thought this a fantastic play with the image and my favorite lines have already been shared by others. A wonderful write!
Nice poem. My favorite phrase is "chasing the road." I think there's another prompt in that.
great fun.
Nice. Love the ending!
Yes, literally is good, Gautami. I love your take on the pic.
Pamela
I like the contrast between kissing the ground and kissing the ceiling, between the chill of wandering alone and the warmth of home.
-Nicole
a fine poem, very clever and a great ending!
Lovely piece... great ending!
http://lkharris-kolp.blogspot.com/2012/02/test-water.html
Nice piece
nice...as with others the end is my fav part...
nice way to conclude the tormenting thoughts of the first part, making up will do that
This is wonderful. So deep and meaningful with a lovely lighthearted twist at the end.
Yes a lovely interpretation indeed.
Stand upside down? ha Let's hope he wakes up soon...
Very playful poem
Panoramic poetry, full of scenarios & imagery.
gorgeous: fear and love, in the
span of one night.
Blood rush too the head........ Not good!
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