I miss you most
I realize
when you abduct me, unaware
with those dark, gazing eyes
When I catch myself, transiently
wearing your face, imitating
your lip curl, to myself
what you would be saying
about this, that, or other
out of body, captured
by sculptured imaginings
conjured up, by your presence
in your absence - stolen moments
whose palatable vibratos
thus murmur; Happy Soul
the way only you
can make them
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Author:
Garth Rakumakoe (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
I like your writing )) lovely and interesting way with words
Love the ending lines
whose palatable vibratos
thus murmur; Happy Soul
the way only you
can make them
🙂 good poem
I'm humbled, dear vb. Thank you for the kind words, reading time and appreciation.
On fire at the moment Garth
I feel a sense of loss in it
Yet also
A phenomenal connection
Loved the read
Absence and the fondness of heart, definitely sir. Thank you so much for the appreciation. ❤
'out of body, captured
by sculptured imaginings
conjured up, by your presence'
so expressive, a beautiful read
thank you! dear Poet
Peace, and blessings. Thank you L.B
Beautifully written. leaves one speechless...
Thank you, Sharon. Much much apprecited.
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