Friday, February 10, 2012

Accustomed lines

Beneath the huge
Night sky,
There are only those
Dark palms – fingering.
Jumping silver fish.
The inky flow carries
A stray fisherman.

It’s easy to see you
With my closed eyes
In the midst of
Mirth and merry making.
Wistfully, I look-
The smile playing on your face,
The frosted glass between us.
Always just outside,
The steady flow of your life
Beneath the darkness,
And, the dim stars,
I idly connect the dots
And see dull
Predictable patterns.

A poem that I wrote. Appreciate your comments.


  1. i love your writing... your words just seem to flow into one another.
    Love the quote & photo also... thanks for sharing! (via CED) xoxo

  2. "It's easy to see you with my eyes close" Love it! Great work.

    Sarah Allen
    (my creative writing blog)


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