Within and Beyond
April 26th, 2005it is, but
a sunny afternoon of sadness, that
recalls faint memories
from a song
i dwell
upon the shadows, behind
a flower pot
echoes of melancholy reflection
from the afternoon glow
a faint sound of a piano
heard in the distance
a sunny chair
empty, and all alone
the air, ever
so slight, begins
its cooling descent…
my heart, grows
heavy with sorrow, to
the view in the distance
and into the distance, i fall
and a book lies
on the lawn, its
pages turning, randomly
in the afternoon sun
all remains still, within
a quiet part of my soul
just waiting…
and dreaming…
as life
moves on within and beyond…
© 2005 Carlos Rull
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April 27th, 2005 at 1:11 pm
in your poems i feel like i’m there… i can sense all those things and it’s so clear to me. that takes a lot of talent. i’m so picky with books too, i’m always awed by those set of words that can take me to the author’s world. and you seem to be one of them!
April 27th, 2005 at 10:36 pm
thanks, annie! :o)