Open Poetry #11 |
Still & Falling |
Snow
since 2000-10-16
Posts 1170desert flower looking for rain |
Still & Falling ...and the radio plays another melancholy tune ...one that she used sing for him, when his hands pressed against the small of her back, and her lips would brush his neck, leaving vanilla kisses lingering after she unfolded herself from him ...and the wine begins to numb the days that have passed since he sealed her fate in one of those time standing still moments, when all you can do is hold on to the edge and pray, he doesn't take you over with him ...but the numbing is only skin deep and no one is there to stop the trembling when the fears return ...and no one answers to her tortured soul reaching across miles of distance, sand and water, filling up the space in which her heart used to be ...who catches the tears she was told would never come when you were truly loved before her lungs start to cave and she no longer breaths ...and who will replace the shattered heart of a woman that finally learned to let go and believe while she looks to the horizon waiting for his silhouette listening for the call... of the wolf "...I am a river in winter, quiet in the eyes of most but deep, swift and full of life to one, lucky enough to fall through the ice. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Snow~ This is such a lovely render. 'and her lips would brush his neck, leaving vanilla kisses lingering after she unfolded herself from him' So delicately done. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
wow..just wow..and since I linger in vanilla scent quite often I can join in these thoughts...*s ~Wynter... looking towards the horizon "The worst prison would be a closed heart". ...Pope John Paul II |
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