daily walk to the bay
August 26, 2008 by manonton dalan filed under Poetry | 879 viewssprinkled yellow figments on rocks
lining straight on cobblestone path
tiny droplets of water from cliff
finding their way on swollen feet
soiled socks soak before the ground
chilling bones making hard to stand
measured steps, a watchful eye
flowering shrubs at knee high
huge, lone monarch butterfly
resting on leaf, preparing to fly
as lizard stop, tongue probing air
scaring chickens to stand clear
few yards more a giant banyan tree
loyal sentinel for ever-beautiful sea
a chair lay rusting, waiting for two
carved hearts on trunk pierced by arrow
names has been erase; could memories too
i could sense romance happened long ago
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virtualfriend
Nice poem MD. Your poem walks your reader to share the melancholies of the banyan tree –bearing the scars of a long lost love.
Thank you for sharing.
August 27th, 2008 at 2:43 pmSherma Benosa
Oh, I see a solitary soul in your poem, walking meditatively along the shore, retracing steps that had long ago been washed away by the waves. The naked eye can no longer see the steps, but the soul knows they’ve been there.
The time is calm, and the sun is either rising or setting.
Thank you, ManontonDalan!
August 27th, 2008 at 3:41 pmmanonton dalan
virtualfriend thank you very much.
lll(long lost love) that’s sweet.
sherma rising sun could be beutiful
August 27th, 2008 at 4:58 pmhmmm … thank you very much