I have decided to run away
like a pouting child
with a bag full of biscuits
and a tiny tent
Maybe I will climb over the wall
and sit on dry leaves
until I forget what haunts
all my grown up dreams
Or perhaps I will just walk the road
made of packed red clay
that runs past my ambitions
right into the meadow
where sparrows fly
even in winter.
Lol…this poem made me smile. I can picture the imagery so well. It feels very free and refreshing towards the end. Nice job.
excellent imagery here and I like the eding very much
there is a whimsical melancholy feel to this
beautiful
imaginaryfears,
I am so glad to have made you smile. I love to make people smile and I’m glad you saw the freedom.
Crafty Green Poet,
Thanks so much for noticing the imagery!
Ozymandiaz,
I like that you said “whimsical melancholy feel”. I think that is the exact way I felt as I wrote and what I was trying to communicate…thank you!
Nochipa
And this is beautiful too, so bittersweet. I will definitely be back.
Hello Johemmant,
It is nice to meet you. Thank you so much for your kind words. I will make my way to your neck of the woods soon for a visit!
Nochipa