Wednesday, 9 October 2013

Just where are your eyes?



How I wish the sun

Would not always run from me

And leave me alone

 

It’s hasty retreat

Leaves me with dreadful shadows

And night’s cruel embrace

 

Who will sustain me

Now that you live with the shades?

Can old words do that?

 

Do your pictures speak?

Where’s that pretty hand to hold?

Just where are your eyes?

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6 comments:

  1. Ann (bunnygirl)9 October 2013 at 20:44

    Absence is cruel, but I do believe that we poor humans have a knack for making it harder on ourselves by wishing that forever really existed.

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  2. Jae Rose10 October 2013 at 04:30

    Looking for 'you'..of that I am sure..the sparsity of your words fill the reader up..such feeling..raw..beautiful..strangely fulfilling..because you know the writer knows..

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  3. Laurie Kolp10 October 2013 at 05:02

    Lovely...

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  4. Cressida de Nova10 October 2013 at 13:16

    Loneliness and loss of the loved one. It is unimaginable how anyone copes with it and yet it comes to us all at some stage. Your poem resonates with sadness.

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  5. Sheilagh Lee10 October 2013 at 19:27

    truly lovely and so true we be need a hand to hold once in a while.

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  6. Tracy Crenshaw11 October 2013 at 18:31

    Such sadness expressed so beautifully. Lovely poem.

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