April 30, 2014

Free Verse...

Old Syamore Tree ~ Pennsylvania Co.
 
Memories of a Sycamore 
 
The moon of the night caress the barren limbs
of the sycamore which longs for her re-growth
 
 Gentle breezes whisper through her aged branches
that contain secrets of the young from long ago yesterday
 
 Lovers swayed beneath her prawling arms sharing their
love with adorn protection from the sycamore that surrounded them
 
 Sheltered from the world of uncertainty, couples remain safe
from harm as the old sycamore again contains a new memory of -
 
lovers and their youthful dreams
 
- Rhoda Galgiani
 
Free Verse Poetry Form has no rhyme, no special line length or no special pattern - It sounds like natural speech, tells a story or paints a picture, uses carefully chosen words to describe experiences or feelings - It is written like a poem and not like a paragraph and must make sense to the reader…rg


2 comments:

Maurice Reynolds said...

The grandest of memories. Thanks for sharing, Rhoda. Hope you had a blessed Mother's Day. -MJ

Rhoda Galgiani said...

Thank you Maurice for the read. My Mother's Day was quiet, by myself as I have a virus - very congested. On an antibiotic, so expect to feel better soon...rg