Naomi Jenkins Poet I do not know?

Nightmares of a Traveling Man '05

The depth of my decisions,
The aching of my soul.
Empty, untouched suitcase,
Longing to be whole.
A wasteful want left hungry,
Echoes through these rooms.
Leaves and vines keeping growing,
Beneath the darkened gloom.
Why must I lie dying?
Clinging to the seams,
My mind a field of wonder,
Softly slumbering in green.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Debbie Guzzi December 18, 2008 at 4:57 PM This poem is very good I like the aliteration"wasteful want" and the end rhyme. The form is rhyme and would read most easily grouped by 4's. Light & Love Debbie