LOST IN THE NIGHT
By gabled window in abstraction
‘neath clouds less large than sky observed
her gentle breasts in folds of silk
at rest upon the ivied ledge.
The wistful dreams of men that haunt
his words had left their trace
as she recalled into the night
received in silence by the wind.
From vantage of the darkened shadows
by decrees encouraged there
he gazed up at her lissom figure
cowled against the flickering light.
His aspirations once prevailed
now lost in time and seen no more
without a key to fit the lock
he journeyed back in morning light.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Like a chessboard waiting on somebody to move . Will it be a checkmate ? Or will they play to a draw .
Beautiful write.
A fine write and pic M.
The heart of a female has no comfort from broken promises - though sad you verse it well here Michael. I love the clear calm of the watercolour.
Thanks s, G, o, and fay
Aw this is lovely...do they ever meet??? Are they meant to be? Love a poem that leaves you wanting more 😊
If only I knew - might try another poem (Part 2 ) but I need a bit of inspiration.
Well I hope you get the inspiration 😊
Elegant work that left me heavy hearted, in part because of the subject and partly because it feels so unresolved. Well done.
Oh sorry Heather - to bring a smile I'll post one of my more whimsical ones tomorrow.
Lovely.
Thanks Augustus
wonderful work Michael
Cheers Willy
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