A Lone Whistle

she came to visit me

in my state of decay,

shaking the dust off me,

the last curtain lazy

in this vacant loft

in this empty house.

she sneaked in, soft

and sunny, how’s

a-lone you, asked she,

the whistling wind-banshee.

 

Advertisements

About rashmenon

Hello there! Please look up- https://rashscribbles.wordpress.com/2011/02/27/hello-world/
This entry was posted in beauty, friendship, nature, outdoors, poetry, relationships, time and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

4 Responses to A Lone Whistle

  1. Oh my.
    That last line is just beautiful.
    Ahhhhhhh, every time I read the last two lines I just have to inhale to take it all in.

  2. Neetika says:

    Quite nice 🙂

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 )

Twitter picture

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

Facebook photo

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

Google+ photo

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

Connecting to %s