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Waiting to Begin
When heat rises it serves to find
a bridge of minds.
Blue cascades a summer scene
its grey an ocean away,
dew shrinks beneath your feet.
The midst of warmth conspires
a communication of trees.
Involuntary scripts cued,
nestle on shoulders broad and slim,
lines waiting to begin.
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Comment by: Lenny - 2008-10-17 10:59
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| powerful and beautiful. |
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| Thanks John, appreciated... it was partly an after thought, reading a sonnet about life as theatre. ~T |
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| I love the imagery here. It evokes images of spring time and new beginnings. Very cool. |
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| Thanks frankman, but no... it's not about the stress of a writer. This is a taking in of breath; a pause at the start of a day before everything, of earthly nature, is enacted. |
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| Sounds nice, though I didnt really get what its saying. I think its about the stress that a writer faces while waiting for words. Or the suspense that percedes love making. But the lines sound sweet. |
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