Dennis Herrell
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Dennis Herrell has been writing poetry for forty years during his adult life as teacher, outside sales person, and, lately, antique dealer. He is like every poet in the world – always in training, and painfully aware of it. Enter his world to read some poems he has had published.

 

Good-bye and Sayonara

 

 

We walked the pebbled street

winding to the station end.

I saw she watched in the morning sky

how the sun struggled with a cloud,

how darkness fled from rooftops

like children revealing their secrets.

She played to taste the phantom air

while gauging a distant plume's arrival.

Our thoughts met like the clouds

that joined last night to make the rain.

The train whistled me to its side,

as though in reluctance I might hang back.

 

 

Dennis Herrell

( 4/03 – Poetry.Com)

 


 

Good-bye and Sayonara

 

 

We walked the pebbled street

winding to the station end.

I saw she watched in the morning sky

how the sun struggled with a cloud,

how darkness fled from rooftops

like children revealing their secrets.

She played to taste the phantom air

while gauging a distant plume's arrival.

Our thoughts met like the clouds

that joined last night to make the rain.

The train whistled me to its side,

as though in reluctance I might hang back.

 

 

Dennis Herrell

( 4/03 – Poetry.Com)

 

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