Monday, January 10, 2011

Troubled Mind

My First Try at Free Verse...



The scent of dirt emanating
from the moistened land.
I stand in wait 
under drops of sorrow
hoping for an epiphany
to settle my doubts 
and clear my mind. 
Calm like the moistened land
on which I stand,
drenched in despair.

9 comments:

  1. Very nice, Arslan!

    You got the knack to display the flowing of sadness from your inner self, to words, to reader in a simple and continuous stream of ideas!

    I felt the need for the stanza to go on! It shows you are transferring successfully your feelings!

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  2. Thank You untony! this poem came to me in the form of a whim created and fueled by the moment(at that time)

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  3. Sounds more like a prayer than anything else but great none the less.
    Keep up the good work man and hope you get what you are seeking!

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  4. Excellent one! "Calm like the moistened land" love it! ;)

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