When the bickering
Has stopped
The drink
Has ceased to flow
Each with
Their thoughts
In a vacuum
To show.
The marbled halls
Of castles peering
Into eyes
From balconies leaning
To distant wonders
Of glittering halls
The windows lattice
Now to call.
A heartbeat paused
A lonely night
Tears from a past
That tries with might
To relocate
Its flaming glow
We band of poets
Each to know.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments4
A fine write N.
Most kind, hanks much appreciated
here the hearts of poets gather to share images and understand the mystery of poetry.
thanks for reading appreciated as always
You are most welcome Norman
I enjoyed this write, the band of poets assembling to try and work out the mystery of life and poetry. A class of education that will never end, pleasure to read
very kind comments, much appreciated and many thanks
You are very welcome
Golden memories and silver tears👌
thanks for reading, much appreciated
my pleasure
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