Pilgrimia

The rain stopped crossing the fields.

She is gone to end the world order and send the moon back to the shelter. 

Alice asked her if she will return but Wonderland was to sain for a fragile underdog.

She would walk away from me without moving in a forest called "Dolores" where the pines are decomposing, and the wind is fainting from one desert to another.

Reviews

[Daisy]

Beautiful poem.
Loved reading it and very well-penned!
Thanks for sharing!
Keep it up :)

[Jeannette Lunete]

Thanks Daisy :)

[Einstein Noodle]

we are Pilgrims one and all ...journeys that cris-cross like scurrying ants gone amuck ... some minor editing would bring less guessing for the reader ... "...gone to the end of the world order" and "... forest called Delores .." and "...wind is fainting ... " nice stuff says i! :) again i have to say ..glad you are back!
E.

[Jeannette Lunete]

Thanks E. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

soon i wonder where we will all be able to go...the world is becoming a desert of buildings, businesses....we are destroying all the open lands ----we ain't in Kansas no more...Toto stop your barking.

love the forest/Dolores in line rhyme...and the wind fainting...

we blow ourselves from one place to another....and soon there will be nowhere to go to start over...

and the moon has to watch us die.

this is such a strong piece, with great brevity...i read "sain" as "sane"--

but i followed the yellow brick road of the poem hoping that in future we might find something more than desert.

well done.

glad to find a poem by you, posted, after all this time.

j.

[Jeannette Lunete]

Thanks a lot for this astonishing review Jacob :)