Theres apple blossom
In the garden
The cinder path
Sweats in the heat
A figure stands
Near the fountain
As if waiting
A ghost to meet.
The gaze is distant
Full of injury
So much pain
Deep regret
Swimming pools
Of rejection
Another time
A lost sunset.
There is no motion
A frozen statue
Stares forward
To another place
As sounds of Springtime
Form a chorus
A man without time
His soul embraced.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments2
Good write N. You got TIME to go to the Co-op, Costcutters, or wherever?! lol.
having a day off lol, thanks for reading always appreciated
lol.
Here we are left in darkness and shadow with a figure that somehow has lost something of great value and stands paralyzed. What is the loss we are only to imagine and what is the outcome again it is left up to the reader to decide. Nicely crafted
Most kind many thanks for reading always appreciated
You are most welcome Norman
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