piano notes
under the greyness
of a wet sky
and within
warped walls of a room,
the mustiness
of yellowed paper,
and glazed eyes
on the whiteness
of cement; and
somewhere on a
scratched, faded wall,
tired hands resting
in the hope of
regaining hope.
under the greyness
of a wet sky
and within
warped walls of a room,
the mustiness
of yellowed paper,
and glazed eyes
on the whiteness
of cement; and
somewhere on a
scratched, faded wall,
tired hands resting
in the hope of
regaining hope.
Comments
But aside that, I still think its really nicely written!
gulnaz >> this comes from someone who is fast becoming my favs on blogosphere.. thanks a lot for your comment... although i wouldnt be able to say if its a good thing or not to write maturely when i tend to be such a nitwit at times...
Thank you. It is after I wrote a few lines that I realized that I had incorporated some aspects of haiku into this poem