On the road
I chanced upon a man
From an antique land
Who spoke words I could not understand.
His eyes were full of fear
And he was ravaged tears,
But he spoke words I could not understand.
I left him alone
On the road -
This brittle man
From an antique land.



I like this poem, where did you get your inspiration for this one? :~D
Posted by: Alena | January 31, 2009 at 11:39 PM
Alena to be honest it kind of just popped into my head.That was no inspiration for this one per se. I wanted to combine open road and antique land in some way. :-)
Posted by: Paul | February 01, 2009 at 09:58 AM