Breath upon
The windows pane
Frosted glass
Leaves a stain
That slowly fades
Its moisture dried
Like burning tears
That once were cried.
The traffics noise
A mere drone
Barricaded moments
Without home
Left like helpless
Children lost
His thoughts calculate
The bitter cost.
For sale sign
Upon the lawn
Silence drops
A bitter coin
Into the slot
Of random life
No more children
Or a wife.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments7
A feeling so well expressed in poetic form. Loved it a fave
most kind, thanking you and always appreciated
You are most welcome Norman
Wave upon wave, verse upon verse moving from heart to heart. A sure fave, dear friend 🙏🏻🕊️
very kind, thanking you my friend, much appreciated as always
Most welcome 🙏🏻🕊️
A powerful poem. Your poem can be interpreted as an exploration of the emotional landscape that follows separation, loss, or the end of a relationship, seeking to understand and articulate the feelings tied to those experiences.
so glad you liked it, thanks, always appreciate the read
You're so welcome, my friend
Norman, this really moved me. There's a quiet heaviness here that settles in line by line, and by the end the full weight of the loss becomes impossible to ignore. Powerful piece, my friend. A fave. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most kind comments, thanking you, always appreciated
Good write N.
I was cut orf - so, as I was about to say... Good write N.
lol, thanks for read
An equal share of the bus - a seat for each passenger - though it never turns up! lol.
Very emotive words Norman but I am sure all is well.
Andy
yes all well, thanks for read my friend, much appreciated
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