The first time I ran out of rhyme,
I felt like it was a crime,
as though travelling on an unfamiliar path,
lost…
but then my eyes gazed on the wild flowers,
and my feet felt the softest green,
and suddenly my heart was ok,
with the cost…
of what ‘they’ called,
a ‘free’ verse.
Hi Everyone,
Just a reminder this collaboration is open till tomorrow June6th, 2014 and I will be taking any new contribution up to midnight .
Here is the link : https://forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com/2014/06/03/calling-all-poetscreative-minds-by-the-window/
Thank you,
Neha
I have the words memorized,
but I still trace them with my eyes,
to see how you looped your “L”,
on this paper that you once held,
And I feel I am holding a piece of you…
in these handwritten notes of our thoughts.
You follow me,
into the desolate shores of my mind,
holding my hands in silence,
you let me lean on you.
forgottenmeadows 