what need in me
for kisses
with no heart
for love to flame
a rusted nail
suspends a memory
no picture
empty frame.
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dusk arising (
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Emotive words d a.
Andy
Well that's a work of art. A masterpiece Dusk.
Good writing dusk .. like your words ))I think even buildings and houses need love and care ..
Sad writing tho .. I like how you speak of a lot in a few words
You've given us much to think about. Well done.
'its funny, you think by now
we humans would have learnt
to have funerals, for our romances..'
still, without it
it's all, that noir of bleak
but
at a mere scent of potential
for it, to visit us again
and we'll only be using
those vibrant filters
for our memento, snapshots
of life..
(another relatable
and ever-so impactful shorty, Dusk
thank you!)
Nicely expressed in all its stark sadness. The second stanza is particularly poetic!
Beautifully sad eight liner dear friend - and a sure verse for my favourites
tis indeed a masterpiece mate .. seriously superb ............. Neville
Wow. Truly emotional. Endearment is useless when there's no love within. Those memories, or picture frames, also feel like those memories that are just inescapable and that bring us down. Poignant.
A great metaphor well worded metered with a sad feeling.
A real corker and a fave for me.
Beautifully expressed in a few lines.
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