2012/04/22

Under

 'Tis but a dream in the forest of green,
'Tis but a sadness submerged.
Nought can be heard of my whispered word
For something is coming between.


Yes, you can write of the water of life
With phrases so buoyant and fine
But I stay below and unbearably so;
The green world out there isn't mine.



Thanks to The Mag

11 comments:

M. A. S. said...

I really like how you worked the rhyme.

zongrik said...

i like the bouyant phrases


altered states

Laurie Kolp said...

Very mystical feel to this... I like!

Brian Miller said...

the world of life outside these walls is not mine...shivers at the utter aloneness of this...

Lyn said...

Such a great sense of mystery...I really love this..

Tess Kincaid said...

Beautiful...this one is crying out for some music...

Lydia said...

Stunning, just stunning!

Short poems said...

Simply beautiful, I really enjoyed this :)

Kutamun said...

A fish out of water , metaphorically speaking !

JJ Roa Rodriguez said...

I am with Laurie... nice take on the prompt!

JJRod'z

elizabeth said...

A super jump-off image

the separation/ distance very well evoked

I always rather like poems that rhyme

what poetry was supposed to do before it got too clever by half....

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