Sunday, April 22, 2007

Lake Macbride
















Lake Macbride

drowsing on grass
My hand searching
for a 4 leafed ,
homesikness
weighing my eyes
confusing cedar trees
for Garyunis palms
The swimmers shouting
The boats gliding
At lake Macbride

Laila Neihoum
Septermber2005

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Lovely, and inspiring. Drowsiness, relaxation indeed evoke homesikness. A state of mind that triggers a twilight of dream and reality, a swing between past and present, both deemed to eternal retreat to make room for the piercing arrow of time.

A philosophical piece in deed!

Cheers!
Othman

laila neihoum said...

Why!!
Thanks Othman!
Every poet needs a reader like you to feel complete.
What you wrote is the mood of integration we always look forward.
Stay in touch for my blog to thrive
Laila