Oblong Shadow
Hanging
by a thread
Dangling
, swaying
Tipping
over and drowning dead
Coming
to life again , splaying
Huge
octopus hands ,
Loneliness
creeping along
Making
lines on sands
Criss
cross and oblong
A thin
slice of moonlight shriveled,
Huddled
under the oblong shadow
The night,
damp, warm , disheveled
Awaited day, on a dark green meadow
enjoyed reading it ss!
ReplyDeleteVery well written
ReplyDeleteThanks lan and Seema :)
ReplyDeletemay the sun shine soon and may the loneliness never creep in again. the lines really tugging the heart strings. hugs and love to you. :-)
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