I am a dreamer, poetic grace
I gaze upon this place
And steal away a lonely hour
Dusty roads, brown and stone
Filter through away from home
Alone I trod the peaceful mile
My tea is black
And all my life I’ve been held back
The sky’s alight with orange and red
The cold comes on like sweet despair
Joy will never be as near
Leave me with my boot and axe
Each step lands before the next
Before the rest
I am lost beyond my folly
Each moment more is a life set free
This place and me
The ice is blue and blue and blue
(copyright 2012 greg morton, all rights reserved)
Obviously written from a very deep place ~ I can hear you saying all those words. Very nicely done.
Thanks love. I’m glad you like it!
Nice images, and a rare poem where the rhyming works, and does not feel forced.
Thank you, I sincerely appreciate it. I’m trying to broaden my horizons…
My friend,
this is beautiful…You can subscribe thinks that´s amazing. I love what you do. Thanks for let us know what you really can.
Take care and all the best. Your friend, Mel
Thanks Mel. This is one of my favorite poems of mine that I’ve written. For me, all of my poems are very personal, but some mean more than others.
I’m really, really glad that you like this particular one!!
Thanks for your support and comments…
Amazing one….Left me speechless…… still pondering your words in my mind……
WOW…I’m really glad you liked it. It’s a favorite of mine as well. Every once in a while I write one that takes on a level that I never thought possible. This is a special poem for me. Thanks for stopping by!!