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Amelia: quell.
by Andrew S Adamsthe sun clings to the horizon line,
and the footfalls are
racked with anticipation
and fear that the next one
will be too loud to bear;
yet the breeze of the lake
quells the trepedation as
the words float freely in
concert with the air.
as they circle
back round the lake,
these steps are less laboured,
and the first words spoken
were not as he had feared;
but as he has hoped,
the footfalls sway with
satisfaction, as his body
understands his mind and
his mind understands hers-
as they walk on into the path
blazed by the sun defeated,
the breeze lingers, the sighs
have passed and the stars have
lit the night. 06/25/2005 Posted on 06/26/2005
Copyright © 2024 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Scott Cadence on 06/29/05 at 02:19 AM First of all I love the opening stanza, WOW. The flow and sweeping imagery held it together throughout, you even used a few of my favorite words. It’s probably the best thing I have read in weeks. Adding to my favorites immediately! :) |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 06/07/07 at 03:11 AM This is a kick butt, filled with imagery, downright beautiful poem, Andrew. Oh, might I add that the way you worked "not hearing what you feared" into the poem was great too. Thanks for the read. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/16/14 at 12:50 PM you write in such a lucid way, I feel I have to clear no path, but you facilitate the trip. I am particularly taken with the first stanza. |
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