Written 28th April 2006.


Optical profound.

I've greeted my friends,
In my head.
Petals fall far from the oak,
Now they lust to provoke.


Deliver to me the promise,
Of unrequited regret.


Wrath come around,
You're looking down.
And dance to banquet sounds;
Optical profound.





Poetry by John Ashleigh
Read 974 times
Written on 2006-04-29 at 01:22

Tags Regret 

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text


Kathy Lockhart
"they" say acrons don't fall from the tree. But you said, "Petals fall far from the oak." Petals float like feathers landing where they will. Hope! You are a petal, John...float. : ) kathy
2006-04-30


Shas Ramlogan
I love the imagery in this poem, your poetry flows so well. It really is "profound"
2006-04-29