Blinking. - Shakespeare's Monkeys

blinking.

my house is an aroma of familiarity, today

will we rest for, a while.

I followed your eyes

in car-lights and fading sunshine.

I failed to gather your

left-overs in falling leaves. I'm a certain memory.

the brown of your face, I draw on sand. the white

of your beard I sketch on window-panes.

your voice

the melancholy in calls of prayer.

farewell,

departing daylight.

Comments

Shannon McEwenfrom Canada 463 posts	on Aug. 10 2007 I like this, but somehow the wording seems so formal to me. "I am following your eyes" Could be simply "I follow your eyes" ----- Life is what happens while you wait for great things. Life is what happens while you wait for great things.
Latifa	inspired from Shan on Aug. 10 2007 Shan: your point is taken... i find myself to be flawed, there, amongst many other flaws in the english language. i ought to spare the reader the grandiloquence of numberous words to convey a certain idea. thank you for suggesting it.
Stephan Ansteyfrom Lowell, MA Associate, 6232 posts	inspired from Shan on Aug. 11 2007 Latifa: We're all flawed! I love that you post it, and write in English. ----- stephan
Latifa	inspired from Shan on Aug. 11 2007 Anstey: we're all flawed... yes. i suppose idealism is a flaw, too. i am audacious enough to impose on English, and write with it.. ha-ha. but i shall do it as long as it pleases you.