The Debut Drizzles

mimpi
Why was I so restive today?
Why was I so keen?
Was it the elusiveness of tomorrow?
Or the man who lives across the lane?
Was it my soul that's searching still
Some kind of resolution, I do not quite know
I slept off pensive groping for the light

An earthy smell woke me up to the usual evening
The drizzles soaking earth and the dying sun
A rendezvous much imminent
The evening wasn't normal
The first rains of the season never is
The fatigue quenched soon to the geometric rains
The patterns seen and coveted
And an evening laced with ecstasy
Soon it would bring in serenity.

Published by mimpi

Mimpi (Mou D) is freelance writer who writes to express her thoughts and views on this enriching journey of life. She is always looking forward to learn and share her insights while living life to the fullest.  View profile

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  • Deepak4/6/2010

    You see sometimes we do not come to know what is happening with us and we just keep groping in the dark for the exact cause of our pensive mood. Very well written.

  • Rae Lynne Morvay4/5/2010

    I love your poem.

  • J P Whickson4/5/2010

    Wonderful.

  • Charlotte Kuchinsky3/31/2010

    Great work.

  • Kristie Leong M.D.3/30/2010

    Really awesome work, as always. :-)

  • J L Carey Jr3/28/2010

    &)

  • Michael Hollingsworth3/27/2010

    I liked! :-)

  • Dina Quirion3/27/2010

    So lovely.. :o)

  • Shaheen Darr3/27/2010

    beautifully expressed

  • Janet Ann3/27/2010

    Reconcile yourself to it, Mimps! It was the man across the lane. But take the advice I offer you like a big sister...leave him over there, rflol.

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