One of my first attempts at creating a style of poetry where each line is longer than the preceding one. Its just an experiment based on an idea that I conjured up while daydreaming of verse.
Written in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, 2007
in the mountain tops,
where I want to linger,
spending the rest of my days
in hours of sweet scented slumber;
living off the rich and bounteous earth
that savors a multitude of dark secrets of life;
waiting for that final and fleeting moment in time,
when the birds will sing forever and brooks will run along;
and deer would flock around to join in the beauty of life's sojourn;
when the caller cometh to take me away to wallow in that Garden so green.
Poetry by Fazli Sameer
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Written on 2009-11-10 at 12:41
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Written in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, 2007
The Place
There's a placein the mountain tops,
where I want to linger,
spending the rest of my days
in hours of sweet scented slumber;
living off the rich and bounteous earth
that savors a multitude of dark secrets of life;
waiting for that final and fleeting moment in time,
when the birds will sing forever and brooks will run along;
and deer would flock around to join in the beauty of life's sojourn;
when the caller cometh to take me away to wallow in that Garden so green.
Poetry by Fazli Sameer
Read 574 times
Written on 2009-11-10 at 12:41
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