Holiday Cliff

Holiday Cliff

A Poem by Minute Scavenger

It is only a part of being forgotten

being handed over to nightfall

the composition of which

unchanging

stored in the road bends you'd partially glance at

on the way to someone's home

before you decide to just let yourself stop

and tumble down quite willingly

at a park 

its high, unfound paths protruding 

like that blank shrinking in your eyes;

The hour saddens you a little bit. 

What can be thought as noises are

the spilled splendor 

of fountain breeze beckoning a mass

of a migrating age behind your back 

to heal its crumbling hands in the water

to bring to you through the eye 

a yawn and all its high dams

a splash of absent 

ensemble of drowning

fittings and forests

an observance of indistinct slipping

before locking every door 

and leaving when morning 

is nigh.

© 2022 Minute Scavenger


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My mind wanders in the darkness of the picture you painted verbally. Thank you

Posted 1 Year Ago


Minute Scavenger

1 Year Ago

Thank you too, Kessel. Glad you could feel the picture
A lovely composition with great description of the natural environment at night time. You have such nice poetic expression here.

Chris

Posted 2 Years Ago


Minute Scavenger

1 Year Ago

Thank you for stopping by, Chris.
This is my first read of yours and what a lovely read! It flowed so nicely and the imagery had me there in the park. Very nicely done! Temp

Posted 2 Years Ago


Minute Scavenger

1 Year Ago

Hello, Temp. Thank you for reading
Temperance

1 Year Ago

You are most welcome!
the forest is a better home to go to...Mother Nature likes it when we stop by, mind our manners,
and show our appreciation as we leave in the morning.
This has such nice phrasing and excellent description.
j.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Minute Scavenger

2 Years Ago

Thank you, Jacob.
Taken by the night, midnight kidnapped until morning. I'm up at all hours these days. Then I nap at all hours. Night is a nice quiet time to write. I enjoyed the read. F.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Minute Scavenger

2 Years Ago

Glad you actually enjoyed it. Thank you
There is a good feel for language here. And 'being handed over to nightfall!' that is a line to contend with, in thought and enjoyment. The quick movement of images are enjoyable to go through. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Minute Scavenger

2 Years Ago

Thank you too for your time and thought, Frederick. Appreciate it very much.
Red Brick Keshner

2 Years Ago

You are most welcome

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Added on May 23, 2022
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Minute Scavenger
Minute Scavenger

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I like to write poetry. Or at least the idea of writing poetry, because somehow I've never managed to master its arts, due to many kinds of lack, be it sensitivity, techniques, aesthetics, or all of t.. more..

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