I don’t control impulses that recall
you crisply vivid in past moments
anymore than I can control the breeze
that teases my skin like ghostly kisses
And how many unexpected times must
thoughts of you end up making me
feel so alone in darkness and small?
Doesn’t the all these scars I now carry
seem more like your loves signature
for each time you did me wrong?
Some loves are too costly to be dared again
So- if your true nature is to hurt and break;
why do you pretend- to love anything?
Still- you leave me standing with water
and memories rushing through…my fingers
Poet of the Light ©2019
heartbreak reframed so beautifully makes the wound more tolerable
incredible piece thanks for sharing
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Kind words my friend, Thank you.
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This poem is sort of like hearing Adele singing “Someone Like You” for the first time.
It makes you remember heartbreak.
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I’m humbled by your comment, Thank you very much.
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Lovely work as always, Poet
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Not as lovely as your consistent comments, Thank You.
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You’re welcome.
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I see the vision of water running through my fingers, just as a past love runs away from those same hands.
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Very astute. Thank you always, for your read and comments.
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So delicate, painful and beautiful. Well written.
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Thank you kindly for your read and comment.
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This poem made me feel like holding onto sand and watching it release at the the same time.
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“ghostly kisses”, great imagery!
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Flowing like water . I like that line …by the way what happens with inkwell? I enjoyed his poetry.
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Thank you kindly. I’m unsure what happened to Inkwell. Perhaps he just needed a break!
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This poem is so pretty with its marriage of tangible (nature, fingers…) and the intangible (heartbreak, memory…
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Thank you deeply for appreciating all of it.
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You’re very welcome.
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