Grasping smoke to store in a jar
to make dissolving wisps of hope last
With the dawn's final fading star
the sun's birth, darker shadows cast
A lost child, so long departed
the small hands clinging in embrace
to feel the joy they once imparted
to see again their beaming face
Reality's North wind's, shivering chill
to feel warmth again, from clinkers cold
to reignite embers, quenched and still
the heat of old love to once more hold
Only in dreams, you undo the present
by softly drifting into the past
the scent of sweet slumber, oh.. so pleasant
a shame, such comforting visions don't last
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sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: August 29th, 2023 20:40
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Good write SB.
Thanks Orchi
'the small hands clinging in embrace
to feel the joy they once imparted'
a silk woven poetic line, effortless flow
a tug at our memory's wells
''beauty is a hazy past
reflected upon our immediate
sensations and hopes...''
calm eyes, needed to survive
those enticing pitfalls in life..
(another wonderfully melancholic poems
versed and worded as relatable
as a sip of reverie's ink...)
a privilege to witness your poetic journey
dear cherished friend
thank you!
Such generous words again humble me dear friend. I so appreciate your supportive comments of the scribbles of my rambling mind.
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