The grey noise ebbs suddenly away,
Leaves me in a quaint reverie—
Sporadic thoughts, assuaging ruminations hold sway—
Distant companions to every
Swift, slow or wild mood of mine. The madrone
Hills fade surreptitiously in the eerie sunset—
I get up. Moonlight. I am on my own;
Quietly I vanish into the glowing shadow belt.
55 word poem
Leaves me in a quaint reverie—
Sporadic thoughts, assuaging ruminations hold sway—
Distant companions to every
Swift, slow or wild mood of mine. The madrone
Hills fade surreptitiously in the eerie sunset—
I get up. Moonlight. I am on my own;
Quietly I vanish into the glowing shadow belt.
55 word poem
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Thanks for taking it up. Have put up a link at my blog. Do you want to add the technorati tag?
55 word poem
This is the second 55 word poem I've encountered. Looks like I'll have to investigate further.
.:a:. -> thanks. ive added the tag
casablanca -> you never know when the muse might strike
roger -> thanks
sue -> i sure will. drop by again.
I feel desolation among the beauty of nature's elements. It seems the loveliness of moonlight, hills, and sunset are in stark contrast to your solitary spinning mind. I enjoyed this piece.
P.S. I noticed something unusual in common with me in your profile. The very first Agatha Christie book I read was And Then There Were None. Later it was renamed to Ten Little Indians. (I'm a voracious reader, too.)