Well Grouted

You are me before I hit that wall-
In you I see my innate beauty renewed.
My autumnal oak tree as you flutter your
Leaves of bronze and gold onto my path
To dispel worn wrath to blossom on the deep
Waters slung paled to pastels.

How subtle you are as you see me as
I was before...
To see beyond the wall well grouted...
I never doubted as I did before that
You would become me so tenderly-
I feel out of my depth yet not feared of drowning.

Do tell me where we might
Store these bricks?





Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-09-14 at 23:32

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shells
I was intrigued as to what the content of the poem was going to be after reading the title and I have to say I was suprised at it's beauty, great phrasing, "deep waters slung pale to pastels."
2009-09-15


Sid Gardner
I often study grouting. Especially in showers build lik a car wash.
Sid.
2009-09-15