gypsy, all;
Here is another poem but would again like to ask for help. When I wrote this I was influenced by another poem that I had read some years ago. I am sure that the poem I had read was by Robert Frost but have been unable to find it again. If anyone recognizes a similarity could they please let me know which poem it is?
Best,
Stitch
The Seeker
Here...my eyes, dust stung, steely ..
so far gazing, needful eyes,
glinting, desperately searching,
no purpose.
Here....my hands, useful...
rough strong hands, long from
velvet, what has happened
to them?
Here... my smile, so quick to be...
when face to face with all who
fall in its purvey.... then leave,
so silently.
Here,...my heart, what it has known...
beating still, so far from....
former song...that rang with
youthful timbre.
Here your flame...so bright it is
this blessed flame...in me it
does ignite again...
and proves to be life's sweet refrain. |
