The raindrops dance
On fallen leaves
Which lost the will
On sorrowed dreams
The aching heart
Is hid from view
An untied bow
A love for you.
It is not lost
But somehow yet
It rides the breeze
Of memorys step
Its tenderness
Its sweetened kiss
A longing deep
Its soul to miss.
What now is vague
A ghostlike eye
To recollect
The pining sky
Somewhere far
Too faraway
In days that danced
Their time away.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Good write N.
And yes, a longing deep too for that bus which never arrives! heehee.
oh to see that bus lol
I have a long too to get a way from karmic ass family that don't mean well foe me
Great read that relatable 🫂🫶🏿 needed that
glad it touched you, thanks for read always appreciated
Our modern day grinds us down so much ‘til the pining is scrubbed away, such a sad state of affairs.
thanks for read, always much appreciated
Most welcome dear friend 🙏🏻🕊️
Norman this poem to me is melancholic and sadly wistful of a past loss yearned for love. It is most lovely in its writing and images and is a fave
most kind my friend, thanking you very much appreciated
You are very welcome
Norman, what a beautiful reflective piece. The movement from loss to memory feels natural, and the imagery gives the poem a dreamlike quality without losing its emotional center. That final thought of days that "danced their time away" is a lovely way to leave the reader quietly reflecting. Beautiful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
always much appreciated, thanking you
Wonderful words Norman.
Andy
thanking you, much appreciated
Brilliantly written Norman 👏
- Syd
most kind, much appreciated, many thanks
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