Streetlamps flicker,
echoing their silence.
The chill—
not just in the air,
but between glances
that once burned.
Footsteps dissolve
into memory's fog,
while love
learns its first
bruise.
.
first bruise
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: “…breaking up is never easy, I know…” ABBA
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good write my friend
Thank you, Norman🙏🏻🕊️
most welcome
Masterfully worded this poem is consistent from beginning to end in its message. I love the lines:
"Streetlamps flicker,
echoing their silence."
What a wonderful metaphor that combines visual with auditory in a single vivid message. The following lines follow up with that double meaning in the chill both emotional and tactile. This continued doubling of meaning strengthens the poem. It is finished with another double pairing of the intellectual and emotional brought to its end in the physical as well. Very nicely done Cryptic it can not help but be a favorite
I am most honoured, Soren. You’ve graced the poem like not many dare. Most grateful 🙏🏻🕊️
My pleasure as an admirer of your poetic mastery
And I learn my (first?) meaning of a cryptic poem? When? Dunno! Not got the foggiest! lol.
Perhaps its masquerading but not cryptic at all, the hinge being the procedure and not the metaphor 🤣 thanks dear O 🙏🕊️
Rik, this resonates with me. Sometimes the first signs of heartbreak are not dramatic at all. They arrive in small changes, little absences, and quiet distances that only become clear in hindsight. This brought that feeling to mind immediately. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Ah, signs of a purple heart. Much honoured by your deft read, Tittu. 🙏🕊️
#First Cut is the deepest#. Nice one.
Oh, nice! A truth that isn’t always voiced out. There’s an old song (now) with a line that goes… “the first cut won’t hurt at all/the second only makes you wonder/… 🙏🏻🕊️
Those breakups can be painful Rik but will be overcome in time.
Andy
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