THE ORNATE BOWL

nephilim56

He watches
The dancing flame
That lights the night
Thoughts to tame
The seafood
In cast iron bowl
Ornate design
Cracked and old.

The air it spits
Sparks on wind
To a higher heaven
Invisible wings
Upward sighing
A deeper sky
To meet the clouds
Floating by.

In this moment
Now uplifting
A million stars
Ears listening
Voices from afar
Like memories drifting
The lonely hour 
Shifting.


Through thoughts
Like a movie show
His lips to glass
Emotion low
Another drink
A cigarette or two
Where within
This night are you ?

 

  • Author: nephilim56 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 26th, 2025 03:33
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  • sorenbarrett

    Missing someone is what comes through to me from this poem. Very well painted with images

    • nephilim56

      much appreciated thanks

    • Poetic Licence

      A sense of connecting with someone in the peace of the night to someone there missing, enjoyed the read



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