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The deep dark soil
Gradually turns to mud;
A gentle insistent patter
Right inside the cloud;
Dappled autumn hues
Of bark and leaves
Shades of browns
And intense fading greens;
And the mist-shrouded wood-smoke
Wafting lazily without a breeze;
A solitary bird whistles
A lone car hisses by –
Magical, mystical,
Pleasingly mysterious:
It is. Quietly on its own
Existing as if in a dream;
Yet this is no dreamland.
I am here, I hear, I smell
I taste and see
This cold brown log upon which I write
These thoughts of you
Wishing that we
Could have shared this moment:
Close, speaking softly touching
Making love to you;
Here in this morning
Where we both can dream
Inside the comfort of this cloud,
Lost, together in our own time.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Robert Burns: The Twa Herds; Or, The Holy Tulyie: An Unco Mournfu’ Tale
- Memory by William Browne
- From The Long Sad Party by Mark Strand
- As Through the Wild Green Hills of Wyre poem – A. E. Housman
- Miscast I poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Pay your last respects by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- Riposte to the Bard: Sonnet 130 remade in my lady’s image by Neil Outar
- The Unicorn by Shel Silverstein
- Let’s pray the divine by Nikunj Sharma
- On Teaching The Young by Yvor Winters
- Василий Жуковский – Ахилл
- Orlando Furioso Canto 22 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Ode In Memory Of The American Volunteers Fallen For France
- “Give me October’s meditative haze” poem – Alfred Austin
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Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
