The meaning is lost
in a disarrayed whisper
I donate echoes to your silence
only to die in your respire
no root suspends my rood
for the ocean I wade in
is spent from her tears
there is meaning
in the conquest of your
contested neglect
for I have grown accustomed
to kiss the winds reverie
indifference has always
been my servitude
as the gallows sway
in the waiting sigh
of her fading
acceptance of me.
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Comments3
Buddy birdhouse,
I feel like my unrequited soulmate should have written this for me. Did he ask you to post it for him?
Seriously beautiful poem.
I'd love to unpick where it all come from one day. Humans fascinate me.
One can not unpick when more seeds are planted in next intervals garden. Thank you my friend. 🙂
Oh I had a convo with this bloke the other day about what happens when you tell someone they can’t or should not do something...
Show me the daisies!
Then do it....by all means do it...ill sit back and wait for the proverbial " I told you so" lol
Oh I love it when you told me so 😝😝😝
A first rate write on the meaning of emotional neglect when love is facing us - - a great read and thanks for posting it.
Gracias Fay. 🙂
great piece you have here
Gratzi PF
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