DRIZZLED SANE

10.20.16

If awakenings never come back

And this old tilting of the wind

Is the only taste of my recall

I’d gladly step on that faded road,

Watch the hour pass my feet,

And let my heartbeats sound

A forgotten dream;

until your singing grabbed my sane

and we’re holding hands beneath the rain.

Reviews

[XxxModifyTheMassesxxX]

Gentle, yet powerful. The grace of these words have branded those who read this.

[shunik]

thanks for the review

[Barbara Walker]

Excellent piece, I enjoyed reading it very much! Great title, too.

[shunik]

thanks for the review Barbara.

[SUGATA M]

A deep poetry written with the purity and simplicity of heart. I particularly like the last-line. It can be visualised. 'we’re holding hands beneath the rain.'

[shunik]

thanks for the review

[I Am Svetlana]

This was simply charming to read! Praying for someone to help cradle your sanity & help you hold on just that much longer.

[shunik]

thank you for the review :)

[Anahat]

BEautiful. Simply beautiful is all I can say!

[shunik]

thanks for the review

[Coyote Poetry]

Soft, gentle and powerful words of thoughts and emotion in your words.
"I’d gladly step on that faded road,
Watch the hour pass my feet,
And let my heartbeats sound
A forgotten dream;"
I had the wish in the above line often. I would of made the good days longer and been kinder. Thank you Christine for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[shunik]

You're welcome.and thank you as well for the review

[Coyote Poetry]

Always my pleasure to read your work.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This poem can make the reader want to pack a bag and go searching for a special someone.
Inspired work.

[shunik]

Thanks for the review my friend