still a silhouette weighing like an ache that
yearns to be written into words
the pile of love letters in the desk corner
an sos for anyone whose heart still has enough
untouched land to call home
his smile glimpsed in the flash of a light change
a midnight street crossing and i am young
but not this young to fall again inside a kaleidoscope
sealed into a november evening
the bravura of a violin concerto brushing back my hair
bare hands breaking open old habits to bottle
let the rain tonight sing songs other than missing you
unclasp the hammer wedged beneath my teeth
because there is nothing left to fix, but so much to build
let my tongue be a cocoon, not a nail
not penning the words to bring him back home
with you the light always falls in the right places
so much honey we forget about sunset
and it stays golden all through the night
the water ripples so soft i mistake it for being still
your body so close i mistake it for being mine
and you say
it’s not a mistake
OMG. I love reading your words out loud!
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Ahhh thank you so much!!
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I love this!
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Thank you lovely!
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The metaphors, the worldplay, the mood… beautiful. I love this ❤
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Thank you so much!
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Well done. So many interesting images here!
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Thanks ☺️☺️
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My goodness, that was striking. Very ephemeral, yet you draw in physicality enough for this to feel like a lucid dream. Gorgeous bit of prose here, well done.
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What a gorgeous comment! Thank you so much 😍
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I love this. Beautiful writing.
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Thank you!
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Such a lovely poem.
Gwen.
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Thank you Gwen! xx
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You have a way with words. Beautiful. So envious
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Thank you so much Barbara!
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Spellbound 😍
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Ahh thank you 😍
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Lovely!
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Thank you Kirsty!
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One of the best poems I have read in a while. Just imported this into ReadUp.com to reach further audience (eventually you will receive payments for every read you receive in ReadUp).
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Wow thanks so much! ☺️
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i love this line especially:
let my tongue be a cocoon, not a nail
thanks for sharing your gift! 🙏🏼
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Ahh thank you! Glad you liked that line ☺️
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Beautiful poetry ….rich in the couture of symbols,
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Thank you very much!
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