Soaking in the low

(well, i had planned i would leave poetry for some time and concentrate on prose. but it looks with poetry u don’t have that freedom!)

Standing on the shore
unaffected by ripples
Seeing my reflection
mocked by aspirations

 
Gathering my courage
dreamed about her
Contemplating in silence
feared by possibilities

Waiting on the bridge
traversed half-length
Looking at the moon
waited for it to smile

Wishing to be free
unfettered by attraction
Singing the unsung
stung by unknown

Waving like a human
disturbed by variation
Soaking in the low
tempted by stability

 

 

<span>%d</span> bloggers like this: