Sod, wood, dirt, and concrete..
not to mention some cobblestone.
Many trips down a slow street,
looking to an end unknown..

Perilous seeming; the awaiting fate..
for years the blackened view it clouded
out the mind. Following sordid bait
to places in which it crowded.

Jusified by bitter memories,
delving into like pursuits.
Feeling blank, numb extremities
dangling from dirty suits.

To a slient place among the trees,
a pause for the cause(if you will).
Birdwatching aloud(so you please),
Reminiscent o'er the long dead quill.

A lady in waiting..she softly spoke,
though her words were forgetable.
By her actions a dead heart awoke.
The place? A blur..how regretable!

T'would like to see her rewarded,
and surely she has been..
Motives such are never thwarted,
and sadly, rarely seen.


aleafclover2u2

Oh yeah, from the first line, I'm there. I actually could see and feel the cobblestone. Dude, you have a touch of the ancient muse, showing her the city of your soul.

peace out
jimmy
(a fan)

Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I breathe stand up and say,,,
Most awesome,,

Awesome write how sweet it is to walk that path
and see within.

Thanx Jim, i'm getting all humbled by the praise..and it's one of my more endearing qualities.

Thanx Denise, she was a poor woman..feeding the birds..and she was the most awesome thing ever to my life.

Thanx Kristi, it took me a long time to get willing to do so though..integrity and beauty are rarely coupled:)
I guess I always thought my insides were ugly, until her..


a4leafclover2u2

very nice i really like this one

Very nice! Nice imagery and feeling.

awesome write