I am walking down a way which sleeps around wet leaves
The night drips in the armful fog
The shadows behind their shadows leave
I know it ends at the end …
Only that, I will not believe.
..........
I am walking down a way which sleeps around wet leaves
The night drips in the armful fog
The shadows behind their shadows leave
I know it ends at the end …
Only that, I will not believe.
..........
I like the dream state of holding onto something, although it is over. There is a bitter sweet sentiment to being this way. But this poem conveys hope.
The first line is lovely, but what is 'armful fog'? I also have a problem with the ellipsis. It distracts the eye, and I can't think of a good reason to put it there.
Like Lykren, I love the first line the best. It is a whole poem:
'I'm walking down a way which sleeps among wet leaves!'
Simple, enveloping, mysterious.
Bravo LG!
Hi Little Gal
the closing lines seemed to be contradictory at first, but yes, you can know and yet not believe, its the flip side of a more common situation where people believe but do not know![]()
I also agree with the comments on your opening line.
For those who believe,
no explanation is necessary.
For those who do not,
none will suffice.
Hi LG
the closing lines seemed to be contradictory at first, but yes, you can know and yet not believe, its the flip side of a more common situation where people believe but do not know
I also agree with the comments on your opening line.
For those who believe,
no explanation is necessary.
For those who do not,
none will suffice.
Hey JB... thank you ...
P.S. I like it better being called LG..