Monday, February 20, 2012

and when he spoke...

And when he spoke,
he spoke
like a river gushing forth to the sea,
like he was in a hurry
to make up for Lost Time,
like there were too many words unspoken,
and they all vied to be chosen for me,

he said he loved clear skies
to a woman who adored rains clouding,
thunderclaps announcing,

yet lying to please him
came so easy,
it ringed out in a rhyme
like a song i always hummed along.

1 comment:

  1. Hi Aparna,

    I have read several of your recent poems, and I like what I'm reading. As I understand you know, I edit The South Townsville micro poetry journal ( I invite you to submit a poem in line with the submission guidelines. I look forward to hearing from you.

    Michael Fitzgerald-Clarke