Knewton

Upturned eyes transfixed by leaves
Of trees, or maybe Iím seeing
Beyond, to the slip between them,
To the sky, to the blue infinity
That looms above us all, or perhaps
Further on, perhaps my eyes are hungry
For God, perhaps my soul has willed
My neck to turn up, up, up, and
My eyes to widen, though it hurts
To do so; maybe Iím so damn desperate
For any shred of meaning to fall
On me like an apple and change my life,
Or change the world. I donít know.
I simply pray. I pray it isnít so.




Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-07-09 at 08:31

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Another gem.
2024-07-09


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
your writing is cinematic
composed

and all yours (one of a kind)
2024-07-09