Kaleidoscope

My Poem - Fresh....?
2007/06/21,08:44

I wanted to write a 'serious' poem and send it for a contest sometime ago. I did, the poem was selected and published in a journal also.

Though now I think there is an error in thought behind this poem, I am happy about this work. A friend of mine, Dana helped correct some of the grammatical and logical errors in this poem. Thanks to her.

Here it goes....

Each day ends with endless load,

On my mind and makes it tired!

The mountain's might and the loverly bird's flight,

The scorching sun and the soothing moon,

The smile of the flowers and the guile of men,

The snake that crawled on a dark night earth,

The people that I have known since my birth,

The warmth of my mother when I was young,

The day I thought I had my wings,

Everything adds and adds to my brain,

Leaving no way and time for me to drain,

The air that I breath might be fresh,

But my memories make me no longer fresh,

My memories gather and form a thick screen,

which blocks me from seeing clearly a scene,

My eyes love to see every little thing,

With my mind ever silent and still like nothing, 

My heart loves to feel every little thing,

With my brain alive and always free.

 
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