Friday Poetry (1) – Evening ghosts along the rivers bank
Evening ghosts along the river
I could tell you how the river looks
sketched in evening light;
I know the smell of dew so fresh over the river,
and evening air that parts like tired curtains,
with wet heat that sighs
and slaps the grass when you move on;
I’ve felt what a violin says
to the heart of the river ghosts
over waters edge,
and how an old man’s voice sounds best after smoking,
but a woman’s is best talking.
There are ghosts on these paths,
but they don’t hunger anymore;
hunger is for the living
with morning light.
Profound and very beautiful !
May 6, 2016 at 6:09 pm
Beautiful! Spring in its full swing. 🙂
May 8, 2016 at 10:08 pm