Rising and Drifting Tide

[hot_excelsior]

 That quiet evening in November
   ended silent.  Like wind on the side
   of your neck, we both forgot to bide
our time-a mistake we’ll endure forever.
And we’ll curse those two hands for never
   letting the simplicity of ‘us’ glide.
   And then we’ll fail as we drift like the tide,
never truly comprehending ‘fall’ or ‘winter’.

And as we rise with new

Comments

[mitsinka]

I love poems that rhyme.

Oh and this is Sofie. It wouldn't let me log in from my blogger account.

[hot_excelsior]

:)

[creeyas]

Did you write that? S'good.

[hot_excelsior]

Thank you. I love you. I wish you'd write once in a while (on your LJ). :)

[lukekidf8]

I could learn a lot from this. When something so clear and simple is put into poetry like this it fascinates me.