The Unfrequented Lair

The moor is wet from the summer rain
I can’t walk on its steep, mud-spattered ground
Wild trees and their leaves soaked in vain
Those squirrels cannot jump round and round

I see a rainbow at the end of a foothill
Seven colors of seven chances
I’m cramming to grab my own goodwill
Somebody has to lend his inner senses

Far from the lavished home
I’m uttering a prayer loud and clear
On this imaginary little Rome
My solitary is something I now bear





About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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10 Responses to The Unfrequented Lair

  1. I loved the picture I lived in my mind, word by word. I felt all those feelings vividly. Beautiful.

  2. caitlambert says:

    i can see the guilt in the liar within the poem. Very nice. I like your style Mr. Chester. 🙂

  3. Hi there Chester, I really like the way you string your words together.. your poems have a nice flow and rhythmic tune to them. I was wondering if I could post a couple of yours in my daily poems on my blog? I would love to share them.

  4. nightlake says:

    Beautiful poem..

  5. dannypereyra says:

    Favorite line, “On this imaginary little Rome // My solitary is something I now bear”

  6. bilivinglife says:

    The imagery in this poem is very inspiring to me to add some into my poetry 🙂

  7. RAMU DAS says:

    nice poem! 🙂

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