One after another,
each hopping over other,
images fall from my eyes,
into the cold lap of loss,
where once you rested
your weary head,
today it can’t wait
to bid you, a farewell …
Omen of days to come
overlap the shadows of past.
Prompted @ Sunday Scribblings (Omen) and November PAD (write a “what won’t wait” poem.)
hmm nice one
soon there will be someone whom we will bid a welcome isntead of a farewell 🙂
Gave me a feeling of sadness…well structured poem.
love that moving on sorta feeling… as if autumn as come the leaves have turned ready to fall… gathering strength..
Ah, the ominous future! Lovely poem: I enjoyed it.