Tiny Mountain Village:

I almost always write dark stuff... but alas... here is something happy. How come this happened?

 

 

The sweet scent of lavender,

Oleander… Jasmine.

The beckoning of foreign hands

In the rough,

Onslaught winds.

 

Light dew,

Sun rays… soft kisses from the mountain air.

It feels almost

Like home.

 

The tiny voices.

Of children laughing.

And I smile and think to myself..

Could this really be a dream?

 

Reviews

[Rain Bo]

I really like this one.

Which is odd, because I'm mostly into the depressing stuff.

Maybe it's contagious? :)

[Raef C. Boylan]

Straight off, I noticed that this is different to your usual poetry style.
You've created a nice landscape here, using some sensual language and a direct narrative. It's a gentle piece, and works well.

Great work.
Thanks for sharing it.