Decided to finally start publishing poetry so here goes. This poem was written using the poetic devices of Walt Whitman.
THE
LINES
The lines will lead
you down memory lane
What is mine is yours,
what is yours is mine
With the scatter of
blossoms on grassy knolls
With the pressure of
the child in a mother’s womb
With the sparkle of
the stream, trout which burst forth
With the swirl of
planets, which speed towards dreamy infinity
Stop! Listen!
The hum of a woodland
brook, the beat of a woodpeckers drum
The rustle of weeping
willows, the hoot of the barn owl
They sing of songs
long forgotten
Incessant serenades
Of love, pure and
strong
Now ours, once yours
and mine
I know that you live
in the woods, the mountains and the streams
I know that your
perfume pervades my senses
I know you in the
stretches of the imagination,
I feel you, walking by
my side
I commune with you, sing
for you this-
©2014 March
Lalarukh
Lasharie
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