Call my Father

just rambling

Trotting along a limpid road

I see the old house behind the tired trees

Their leaves swaying with concern

 

Break free of your nestle cage

The wind calls out to me

My eyes are distracted by a chilling force

 

My right hand is single

Listening takes forever

Weary are my eyes soon after

 

The sun begins to ease down under

The sky is now pale with light

Time then has no factors

 

The darkness weakens my stride

Call my father!

The shadows are overbearing

 

I see him beckoning

The old house is in the distance

The eerie black keeps me blind

 

I am afraid

I am alone

Please, call my father!

Reviews

[Timtim]

I said it before i'll say it again... you have amazing imagery. The words you use to describe are amazing... tired trees, limpid road... i never thought trees could sway in concern, poets often describe them to be in unison with the natural world...

"I am afraid
I am alone
Please, call my father"

This sums up the whole poem. Good writing.

[Akshat♥]

i can easily relate to this ..
i really enjoyed reading this..
nicely written:)

[M O R P H I N E]

I have to say, this is a splendid read. I enjoyed it. Especially the wording.

[Art]

Nice work...almost an eirie feeling to it...

[The Cougar's Den]

I love visuals....nicely written.

I see him beaconing ( I believe you mean beckoning)