The Short Walk Home
It has been so long since I’ve looked at the sun
Far longer that it comforted me
Warm gently fingers resisting playful breezes
I walk alone down the curved rocky path
Serene in my own mind
Free of the worries that smother
No sounds, save the wind sliding in the trees
Warm air full of the dewy remnants of a recent shower
If I were a younger man, I would linger here
Smelling the winds, barefoot in moist grasses
Lost in the intoxication of Spring
But I cannot stay out too long
My body no longer equipped for such merriment
Nevertheless, the sun is warm
The grasses are green and playful
And I can dream again.
I really, really enjoyed this poem. I love nature scenes in poetry because so many devices can be utilized through nature. The only thing that threw me off a bit was the us of "nevertheless." It seemed too formal, I think. Other than that, I think this poem is fantastic. Good job!
ReplyDeleteThe use...not the us. Haha.
ReplyDeletei like... i would like better if you could really enjoy life... the world around you... more fully... more often... you seem to forget that it was really not so long ago... not so, so far away... you dont even seem to notice how different it truly makes you... or how often it makes me cry...
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