In swirling whorl of silence
Those ripped pages danced in symphony
Thrashed pages that moved and rustled
And it's participants clomped and stomped in and out
In an endless arch
They turned back and whispered slow
"Please don't go!"
Their plaintive plea echoed in my ears
An organised staccato it becomes
Each syllable equally piercing
And the sultry wind was back again with its sonorous whispers
"You haven't changed ,have you?"
It's caterwauling whirrs glide through my peeping ears
Reminding me of times before
An ending credit in the preface
Sounds of the events passed
Images of people who closed Thier eyes
Memories from the bygone
A witness to the words that came alive
They read thier lines thier way
No more do I have to direct them!
Standing on the last line of page 264
263 pages before it said
The magic to encover lies behind me
In a flash I open my eyes
They are gone again
I guess they were,they might
Rest in those closed eyelids forever!
YOU ARE READING
random pennings
Poetrythese are my poems...I'm no professional... I use words to describe my feelings..when u read them u feel wat I feel....real and profound...from the bottom of my soul
