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In Silent Acquiescence
time passing
grasps released with bitter tears
giving up letting go float away
smiles served up as crumbs
on ornate trays
decorated to please the eyes
empty windows of mere samplers
poems recited again and again
beauty gone, a mere silhouette
remembrance of colours on moving canvas
superficial as lights
from a waning moon
incessant murmurs, soft sighs
before unaided she swoons comfort of the sand
of an imagery
shifting sand of time
sweeps the sweetness of a repose
no rest on peace kissed pillow
emptiness keeps plucking
the tattered sleeves
of an old cloak nagging whispers
fed with spoonful of regrets
worrying shreds of weary wishes.
grasps released with bitter tears
giving up letting go float away
smiles served up as crumbs
on ornate trays
decorated to please the eyes
empty windows of mere samplers
poems recited again and again
beauty gone, a mere silhouette
remembrance of colours on moving canvas
superficial as lights
from a waning moon
incessant murmurs, soft sighs
before unaided she swoons comfort of the sand
of an imagery
shifting sand of time
sweeps the sweetness of a repose
no rest on peace kissed pillow
emptiness keeps plucking
the tattered sleeves
of an old cloak nagging whispers
fed with spoonful of regrets
worrying shreds of weary wishes.
Published 15th Sep 2017
| Edited 8th Apr 2020
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15th Sep 2017 9:00pm
This feels very venerable and full of unpleasant memories. Wonderfully written piece, Grace.
~anonshadow
~anonshadow
16th Sep 2017 1:09am
15th Sep 2017 9:19pm
A wonderful poem Grace, lovely and disturbing at the same time. I particularly read that last stanza and know what you mean:
no rest on peace kissed pillow
as emptiness keeps plucking
the tattered sleeves
of an old cloak nagging whispers
fed with spoonful of regrets
worrying shreds of weary wishes.
Love that imagery and wording. Worrying shreds, and maybe a certain slant of shadows...
no rest on peace kissed pillow
as emptiness keeps plucking
the tattered sleeves
of an old cloak nagging whispers
fed with spoonful of regrets
worrying shreds of weary wishes.
Love that imagery and wording. Worrying shreds, and maybe a certain slant of shadows...
16th Sep 2017 1:11am
You do understand what I meant:) Crowfly. Something keeps on worrying on certain thoughts, like a cat enamoured with a piece of string. Thank you for reading me as always.
Anonymous
20th Sep 2017 12:56pm
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21st Sep 2017 3:45pm
24th Sep 2017 9:37pm
There is piercing awareness in your message here, so eloquently rendered, it makes me sad, but I am glad to be touched by the feeling and message in your write. This bit in particular moved me,
"smiles served up as crumbs
on ornate trays
decorated to please the eyes"
Powerful ink Grace.
"smiles served up as crumbs
on ornate trays
decorated to please the eyes"
Powerful ink Grace.
25th Sep 2017 00:28am
Thank you Daniel for reading me. Yes, its always like that, we smile and laugh, but behind all these, there is always that sadness.:)
