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Round and round
around the fire
that fed on the dry wood
up and close
we held and stood
our bodies liquefied
to and fro
we darted across
two white rabbits on a black night
up and down
our bodies danced
as the earth turned right
night and day
I pined for you
post your silent departure
loud and clear
were my wails
which erupted from every pore
wry and dry
my smiles became
as I looked at the Polaroid of us
slow and beauteous
the virus spread within
as I awaited my turn, silent
one by one
it melted, wilted and waned
and there was darkness, profound
Alas, so fast
when I got here, you were nowhere
to be seen
Louder and farther
than the ocean inside conch shells
the questions still reverberate
Unhurried and unfettered
I see my love of a night, fateful
perish into deaf oblivion
And I can’t smile or shed pearls.
Published 15th Jan 2012
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15th Jan 2012 7:21pm
you are truly a gifted writer..this one is poignantly touching and the ending hit home..
Unhurried and unfettered
I see my love of a night, fateful
perish into deaf oblivion
And I can’t smile or shed pearls.
left me with a wistful feeling..excellent write.. Crim :)
Unhurried and unfettered
I see my love of a night, fateful
perish into deaf oblivion
And I can’t smile or shed pearls.
left me with a wistful feeling..excellent write.. Crim :)
16th Jan 2012 5:15pm
15th Jan 2012 7:55pm
This has a wonderful rhythm and flow. The words paint a clear picture and completely brought me back to a personal experience from my past. Bravo!
16th Jan 2012 5:20pm
Unspoken808
Thank you for the read
and the wonderful comment.
Glad I could recreate something.
But then again it might not have
been a very happy memory.
Yet it connects.
Curtsy,
S'
Thank you for the read
and the wonderful comment.
Glad I could recreate something.
But then again it might not have
been a very happy memory.
Yet it connects.
Curtsy,
S'
15th Jan 2012 10:55pm
be there with
a reason to exist
to be left, to leave
and to return
to nothingness...
and yet we hope.
As always, a picture
well painted, from the mind of a poet.
Lightbringer, you shine as always.
a reason to exist
to be left, to leave
and to return
to nothingness...
and yet we hope.
As always, a picture
well painted, from the mind of a poet.
Lightbringer, you shine as always.
16th Jan 2012 5:26pm
16th Jan 2012 00:14am
This wickedly lovely piece reminds me of the majesty that can be given life through writing! Especially, when its your writing :)
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