The idleness
Of the moment
Sits naked
Back to door
While a shadow
Paces restless
His eyes downward
To the floor.
The dying light
To dance on linen
Speaking silent
To absent friends
While the loneliness
It follows
Each step cursed
As life it lends.
Its solemn vow
To another night
Silence crackles
Coughs and hurts
Deep within
A broken heart
That aches in rhyme
And scattered verse.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments5
I had to read this one four times but it was well worth the effort. It contains not only rhyme and meter as well as a haunting flow but the meaning interwove with my post today or maybe it is just me that sees the similarities. In either case it is a fave my friend.
most kind my friend, thanking you and much appreciation, yes maybe they do speak the same
My pleasure Norman
The rhyming and scattering are most enjoyable, my friend 🙏🏻🕊️
thanks my friend, much appreciated
Most welcome dear friend 👍🏻🕊️
Powerful work, my friend.
most kind, thanks and appreciation friend
Good write N. And now a poem complaining about no buses. It has about 5 million verses. lol.
volume upon volume while waiting waiting lol
Norman...this one settled heavy. The loneliness, the pacing, the absent friends, then the verse itself becoming where all of it lands. Yeah, I felt that. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
thanking you my friend, always very much appreciated
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