what need in me for kisses

dusk arising

 

 

what need in me for kisses?
no heart for love to flame
a rusted nail suspends a memory
no picture,
empty frame.

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 15th, 2019 00:06
  • Comment from author about the poem: Another blast from my past.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 24
  • Users favorite of this poem: Fay Slimm., Michael Edwards
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  • Goldfinch60

    That memory sounds special.

    • dusk arising

      a memory that devastated the desire for anymore loving was my intention to convey here.

    • Neville

      a most moving little miniature my friend and true..... Neville

      • dusk arising

        thanks Neville... 'less is more'

        • Neville

          tis...

        • Fay Slimm.

          Very emotive this read of few lines my friend. Love all the phrasing so into my favourites with this little gem.

          • dusk arising

            I wanted to show a long lost desire for love after a bad experience in the distant past with this. I have always thought that short pieces are more powerful and was pleased with this one. So i am really happy to see you enjoyed and i am honoured that you chose to add to your favs.

          • orchidee

            A fine write dusk.

          • Michael Edwards

            A real delight - in fact a real beauty.

            • dusk arising

              That night it seemed the skies bled
              for that bloke in the little old shed (in the picture)
              so a well placed bowl
              beneath the roof's hole
              was a good move, thought crafty old Ted

            • Poetic Dan

              Nicely done, rolls of the tongue!

              • dusk arising

                Thanks Dan. I will keep digging up old treasures whilst i'm in this dry period.

              • Suresh

                A haunting image, and just like the kisses, it too needs a loving hand

                • dusk arising

                  Love conquers all. Even mends broken hearts if you let it.



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