Brown and Blue

 

 

Words are like

the breath of

souls

that let us read

our mind.

 

And still,

they're simply

not enough,

to say the things

we yearn

to say.

 

That lay upon

the heart

of beauty,

that we simply

somehow

find.

 

What do you call

a picture

that you’ve never

held before,

or visions

that someone

can only feel.

 

How does somebody

quote a sense

that sits upon a

sigh

which only

shows the side

you cannot hold.

 

I guess that one

can only try

to give away their

self

and hope

that it can somehow

finds it’s way.

 

Just know

that wind blown

leaves

are brown

and high above

is blue.

 

And yet

I never 

saw the sky,

until

I looked,

at you.

 

 

 

Reviews

[lilain]

First of all, I love how you ended the poem with rhyme. It enticed me to reread it just to have that delicious little rhyme roll off my tongue. Well done!

Second, the juxtapose of brown, fallen leaves and the blue sky is stunning. There is so much room in between the two - room enough for you and your adoration.

April mentioned in a previous review about 'senses.... upon a sigh..." Wow! Beautiful, succinct and poignant.

Take care,
lilain

[Jane Doe]

Simply amazing! I love the imagery you use here, it is so effective. It is another beautifully tender piece. Bravo!

[April Child]

How does somebody quote a sense
that sits upon a sigh

Words are like the breath of souls...

This is lovely writing. Took me on a journey which I thoroughly enjoyed.