Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Starting Swimming (for short story slam week 23)


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Washed by the summer rain,
Gems and grime are grounded,
Skirting the brook,
the road stretches,
touching clouds in the end,
In loud silence I murmur your name,
In blank nights I toy with somber thoughts,
Along the boomer lake hovers dewy wind,
Through the 17-hole bridge trickles some jingling water,
at the corner of our heads daydreams stir,
Via the voice of our words bitterish feelings surrender,
Morning glimmer at the different July orchards,
A day wakes, trouble free,
The roosting bird's singing is great.


2 comments:

Robin Jacob Clinton said...

happy July.
keep swimming.

JANU said...

Good one. very vivid.