Reflected still
In poets eyes
A broken heart
Dreams to sky
A deeper sigh
That still dwells
At the gates
The old church bells.
Spoken words
Others hidden
For no crime
Sat in a prison
Loves bitter turn
Its angry look
Scribbled verse
Without a book.
Sometimes still
After many years
It flexes muscle
Ridicules and hurts
A deeper sigh
Dreams to sky
A broken heart
In a poets eye.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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A fine write N. You using those eyes to spot a bus?! lol.
you would need a telescope lol
This is a rather unique meter and good rhyme in short lines. It gives the impression of flashes of thoughts. Well done
very kind, thanks for read always appreciated
You are most welcome
Norman, this moves between memory and present ache…old wounds, quiet reflection, and that sense of something still unresolved. It circles back on itself in a way that fits the feeling you’re holding here. Nicely done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most kind comments, thanking you and always appreciated
This is outstanding. Carries weight and meaning. Lovely flow. Love the brevity and structure.
Too kind, always appreciated thanks
Well said.
thanks, read much appreciated
Such true words very well written Norman.
Andy
Thanks, always appreciated
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