Sunday, October 11, 2009


the times that slip
are lost

chance and fate move on to greener pastures
sunnier streets
higher climes

and leave me
in their rising shadows

gazing at what i hoped
drift off
like a balloon let go at a fair -
it's bright color fading into black.


Krissi said...

This is a beautiful image. Sad, but beautiful. I really enjoy reading your blog. I like the way you say things.

Perhaps you need to dawn a pair of wings and take flight through the house. Just because. You have a couple pair readily available....

Sarah said...

would rejecting your poem make me a bad friend? ((((hugs))))

Marilyn said...

is this how you feel today Rae? what have you lost?