Posted: January 12, 2012 in Ramblings of a sober Poet
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Behind me, our time together
stares back like a charred forest
The result of a thousand outbursts
and flaming tempers,

Ahead of me, a fresh day winks.
Green grass stretching towards
a new horizon.

Do I wait for us to heal
or seize this day?

©Richard Quaz Roodt(2011)

This poem is linked to

Poets United | Think Tank #80 (Prompt: Choices)

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  1. Rinkly Rimes says:

    I love the idea of flaring tempers charring the forest. And ‘ the fresh day winks’ captures me too.

  2. Judy Roney says:

    What an incredible poem and a unique way of saying things we all feel. Great work!

  3. b r says:

    Beautiful image of time staring back.


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