will-o'-the-wisp

Through gently waving rows of wheat
and on down the path I have chose
The sun recedes and the night awakes
in the distance a bright flame glows

There, twirling feather light in the dark
a ghostly beacon that calls to me
Feet now wandering off through the stalks
to appease a growing curiosity

Solid ground gives way to marshy bog
each step sinking deeper in the mire
Fingers reach out to close only on air
swallowed up in this fated Fools Fire

Reviews

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

So easy to be deceived by the illusion
a face, a hint of recognition,
turns out to be a glow of temporary passion:)

[Rogue]

Oh? Don't say I never gave you anything, green squishy. :P

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

thx for the anything

[Rogue]

I am teasing you. You don't need to thank me, I just wrote down the words that formed. -grin-
Thank you for reading and leaving (now two) comments. :)

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

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[Rogue]

Well good thing since I keep rewording parts. :)

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

i notice that

[Rogue]

It takes a few times of me reading it before I am cometely happy with the result.

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

u must be good at building sand castles:)