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
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
Septermber2005
2 comments:
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
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
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