poetry

Not yet strangers.

green trees under the cloudy sky

On a strange day
the sun went down at noon
and in a strange way
I knew we were doomed.

We’re in a strange place
where birds sing out of tune
and in this strange embrace
a rift between us bloomed.

© Nancy Botta, 2018

Standard

8 thoughts on “Not yet strangers.

  1. Ohhhhhh. No. Well, yes, but just eight lines? Eight lines and it’s disturbing, disconcerting, makes one worry about the future and then, all the eerie otherworldliness gives way to the mundane, still intangible but redefined. Love it!

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s