In darkness
find me.
In shadows
exploring this
haunted tapestry
of memory.
Where places
I longed to try
met faces,
without goodbyes,
the lipstick
of my mind.
And early
morning tears
water flowers
over clouds,
which reign,
above this life.
As here I play
to rest fights
which never ended.
Again and again.
Save to move
this pen.
Leaving,
before your eyes,
this bleeding
segment of 'me'.
For morning
to light.....
.........dear reader
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dusk arising (
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Comments7
That morning light arises in my sight with the words that I read here.
Andy
And may it continue to rise for many moons lol
A fine write dusk.
A very cool poem to read this morning Dusk. Nice one
Cool, calm and collected ... he said passing around the collection bowl.
this scribbles we share
as crumb trails
to the who, we want to be
and the what: we once
hoped for in life...
(such a memorable read
and a theme that's relatable
to anyone
whose ever picked up a pen
thanks Dusk)
In these times of my disappearing muse i seem to be having thoughts about justifying being a poet.... watch this space.
We touch so many hearts and minds with nothing more than our well chosen words. Beautiful poem my fruendâș
Thank you woundedheart, so far nine of the thirty people who have read this piece have commented..... i need to find the missing ingredient to attract more comment LOL just kidding.
Great piece for a dark and dreary Monday. Faving it cos you made Teddy cry.
Thank you Paul, Most teddys will growl if you roll them over but our Teddy has lost her growl and weeps instead..... but she's a fine weeping poet with it.
Beautiful words here. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you Rozina
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