she wore flowers in her head


you are the distant hills bathed in gold
the indelible web spun through stories untold
happy laughter that echoes in longish corridors
hazel eyes that capture myriad dreams
of silks in green and gurgling streams

if only i could be what i think iam
i wouldn’t search for you in mirrors at every turn


55 thoughts on “she wore flowers in her head

  1. Beautiful poem and lovely photo Kismet ๐Ÿ™‚ I always feel very clumsy when trying to comment on your evocative poetry. You always make me think – long after reading your poem. ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. sherinsk says:

    Tell me kismet how on earth everytime you manage to write such brilliant lines.mirror means reflection and you just mean he is in you or he is you correct?wow you are making me think i am only a beginner in writing poems on love when compared to yours.This is so beautiful including the title.loved this very much ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Sushma says:

    Kismet… Your poetry makes me want to write. But I doubt I will ever be this eloquent and true. So instead, I feel. I feel every word with all I have and thank you for that!

  4. BookOfBokeh says:

    No joking, this is a fabulous poem and may be your best ever.

    “you are the distant hills bathed in gold” is perfect…beautiful, sensual, original, touching, but sharp as a knife. Well done!

  5. “distant hills bathed in gold” “silk in green” “gurgling streams” – awww shucks daffys, it’s going to be a while before I visit the hills again, but this did me good. you did good, daffys ๐Ÿ™‚

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