Danya Qattea


Staring At A White Wall - Poem by Danya Qattea

I'm staring at a white wall.
The picture is already painted.
I'm staring at a white wall.
My curiosity? Never sated.
An adventure starts on the white wall.
Memories dance.
A little girl chasing a soccer ball.
My adventure on the white wall.
A picture.
A horse caught mid-prance.
A rose letting go its fragrance.
Memories flick by.
One stops.
Someone sighs.
A man.
Short hair.
Dark eyes.
Singing a night time lullaby.
My adventure on the white wall.
It's drawing to an end.
I walk down the memory road,
waiting for another bend...


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Just thinking about old memories.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, December 2, 2013


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