The clothes stain
The nurse-like clean
afternoon.
The clothes
hang
On the line,
Furiously improvising
In the wind.
I think of violins,
Lots of violins
In an eagerly united
Movement,
An attempt to clarity
And a wholesome thought.
The clothes rest.
When I regain sight of God
The world smoothly
flows within me,
colorful beads
In pacifying remembrance.
hey, i like this a lot.
one suggestion: for “nurse like” use a hyphen, “nurse-like”. i kind of got stuck until i understood the corrected form. than again, i am a bit drowsy today, so it might be my sluggish brain.
No no , I do not think it is because you are drowsy, you are right about it , I already changed it.
Thank you!
reading your poetry again. i truly like it naida.
Thank you very much!
I just did not feel like getting out of the beehive lately.
i like this header. very interesting.
There`s a house behind the trees, a wonderful place to live!