Echo of the body ache measures the weight of the tenacious day,
A pill and a sip of water knock all the senses,
Killing a poem last night.
In solititude
Memory turn the pages
A scent Blows my soul
Ethereal touches
Wash my body
Like a first rain
On the cracked earth
A river gushes
There is
No parting pain
No distant ache
No love longing
No broken heart
The thorn moves
Deeper and deeper
And
Bloom on my beats
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Word would
Touch me like first rain
Word would navigate
The flow
Word would cast
Each pebble
Into a memory stone
Word would
Smudge the rainbow
Reshuffle the stars
On the destiny window
Word would surrender
Word would claim
Word would sleep
Walk into future
Nudge the dreams
Word would fall
Like a snow
From my finger tips
When the word would fail
In love
In happiness
In pain
Tears would speak
The unsaid word...
I am on a swing
You bob
Like a pendulum
Close and far
Close and far
I am in a train
Whistle blows
Platform moves
Palms across the glass window
Whisper the last prayers
I am in a boat
Eyes follows
A receding shadow
Propelling sand foot prints
Retina clicks
Eyes shut
A long thin
Frame of your being
Locks in my dream
The boat sinks...
Painting by Mary Collins
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