OUTLANDISH LANDSCAPE
Words beneath the inner sheaths
Of leaves that sparkle with the dew;
In dawntime spring of love divine,
Unforsaken by moment's breath.
Some are spoken in silent dreams;
Unsaid, unexpressed, untold.
There hanging in the bridge of sigh,
Wishing strong winds will unleash them.
While it's true some words are best left unsaid.
Where do we stand then between the breadth
Of hopes; will we let our dreams melt away
In the stagnant poetic lines of fears and tears?
Words are cheap, but subtle action smears
The outlandish landscape to which our friendship bear;
Then for how long will this riddle last?
Let your answer redeem my angst.
Leah C. Dancel
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Australia
Photo: Mayfield Gardens
Oberon, NSW
15 September 2018
Comment from Don Luman-ag
Your poems are so enticing and so satisfying to read. They're the kind that instantly catch my attention in just one glance.. so rich and immersive. They always leave me gasping in great awe!
