Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Eyes Darting

a river meanders under my feet
     I hearken... notice... fallen withered leaves

   aback I move... eyes darting... to and fro
     my thoughts becloud the water down below  




           ~ iambic-jazz pentameter ~

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Caren Krutsinger September 29, 2022 at 11:10 AM nice imagery.

Deb M September 22, 2022 at 9:11 AM I like this a lot Gershon and quite a serious little number for you!! Debx Gershon Wolf September 22, 2022 at 7:50 PM I am actually quite a serious person. Humor is my mask for a combination of former insecurity and not wanting to be labeled a total nerd. ~ Mr. Full of Surprises

Michael Tor September 22, 2022 at 7:56 AM Loved the clever relation you used to compare your thoughts to the rivers flow. Have a good day my friend...

Vickey Rhymer September 22, 2022 at 1:17 AM Fall serves to make one reflective as per this and your piece A sign of the season.The fields are white for harvest what has been our yield.Enjoyed Gershon.

Michelle Faulkner September 21, 2022 at 8:12 PM Very fall-ish, I like the feeling of the moving water and leaves~ sounds like Chi town is having some cool weather (it was 85 degrees here in Portland today)