Yes,let moist,these foggish arms of night devour me.
I am not a flower, dying in a scalding desert drought.
Holding back your love, doth far from sour me.
Your neglect, sends me to mentors, I dearly sought.
In my gullible insanity, I gave you high recognition.
And discovered for sheer greatness, I was wrought!
Not mediocre poetry, nor trophies as a solution.
Now,waltzing free God,bring me to my poetic fruition.
3/17/2023
Categories:
foggish, confidence, creation, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
BRINGER OF FORGETFULLNESS
Bringer of forgetfulness
In autumnal scape
Full of dry leaves
On surface of the dearth
In deeper depths of earth.
Being of myself
Being of cosmos
Being of intensity
Being of quest.
In autumnal evening
Cold shadows trembling
Embraced by chilly winds
Foggish shape now crumbling.
Durlabh Singh
Categories:
foggish, autumn, deep, imagery, wind,
Form: Verse