Knowing Nothing
It was on an hour exactly like this one,
as I stood staring into a green landscape
that my senses drifted over the crossover,
which had a lot to do with the sound
of wind,maybe, or perhaps the slant of the sun’s stare,
but I would agree
the clouds blue above were shaped into
a wavering plane; seemed that my hidden sighs
echoed through the bridge, the slope
calling me forth to dive without thought;
that I in absence of logic stretched
beyond my immediate impulse and just soared.
Copyright © Noah Elo | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment