I search your skies
for me
look for signs
the language of the sidereal blind
that day we prophesied
and horizons blazed
with the corals of our youth
I search by day in vain
unglanced brings no remembering
and float we must
like ghosts
we sketch our poemprints
in dust
the dark of quiet waters
dampens them to mud
I beach there when I am still
dangling my thoughts
in the salt
of our years
I look by night in pain
the searchlights of touch
a braille failing
warm is no balm for me
the mist across the harbour
hangs windless upon the sea
bears my visions in her fog
until the blindhouse blows
a horn across my sorrow
.............
somewhere
a little boat in another's sigh
rocks my dreams
as I unseen
float weightless
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Author:
Heather T (
Offline) - Published: June 13th, 2017 19:01
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Comments3
A master of imagery . User of unimaginable words for peculiar effects . Tightly grasping the words by the throat and choking the living emotions out of them .
That is one of the most flattering comments I've ever received. Humble thanks, new friend.
You're welcome .
A fine write H.
Thank you so much.
Imagery and assonance second to none in this haunting portrait of love lingering lonely-long Heather - - thanks for the crystaline beauty of beguilingly rich poetic expression.
You delight me, ma'am. Thank you.
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