Watching them leave
emptiness all around
back to the start.
ten steps back for
every half step forward..
this macabre dance
at the end of each month.
Pausing by the calendar
circling the same digits
of a new Gregorian phase.
The lights turned dim
the shadows on the wall,
glinting metal and shield.
This gift was a curse
breaking ties apart
the folklore said.
Too late to heed
the damage ran deep,
visitation rights wasn't
all this warrior craved.
15 comments:
amazing! i find these kinds very powerful !!
That is just fantastic.
Poignant and well done. Touching...
Excellent.
I need to take classes from you and learn how to write so nicely ...
Bikram's
Visitation rigts?! What a distance you travelled for this image...so much story untold...
The story here is left a mystery, but the words swirl around in my head beautifully. Well done!
I like the sound your words make, very well crafted.
creativity very profound! liked this!
Here's My Magpie
Nicely written piece.
Poetry24…where news is the Muse
Creative, profound piece... words, thoughts continue to mill around the corners of my mind, trying to decipher the mystery left unsaid. Great take on the prompt.
gift was a curse
beautiful
loved it..found it as a wonderful poem about the passage of time..or at least i felt so..
You weave a fine tale!
This is an amazing way of mixing an ancient feel with contemporary realities. You once again inspire.
xoRobyn
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Glad you made it this far...would love to hear your take on the words scribbled. A comment every now and then keeps the blues away. :D
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