you did not vanish
lies lurk, thicker than air
your steps brushed clean
by a stranger
or stranger things
I live in the ground clouds
swinging blind
pecking on scraps of why
my pain, unnamed
but not void
I choke on hollow handfuls
of sympathy
traditional, medicinal
heartfelt, but not felt
and still I find you
a faint flicker in the fog
a single sparkle in the grass
tucked between the layers
of twilight’s painting
scarlet and saffron
you are there
I hope you see me
Written for dVerse Poets Pub OPEN LINK NIGHT.
Grace is our host. Link up one poem of your choice.
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mishunderstood 
Poignant (K)
Beautifully poignant and reflective. ❤
Heart tugging reflection, that hits my core. I love these lines:
a faint flicker in the fog
a single sparkle in the grass
tucked between the layers
of twilight’s painting
This one comes to life when read aloud. It brings an aching to my throat.
I was walking this cold morning down my country road. The sky was layered thick with grey clouds and then… on the horizon a glimmer of light seemed to carry the darkness. This is what your poem reminds me of… hope.
This poems hits hard and is gorgeously worded. I have observed that empathy has become a rare thing in the world nowadays.. people claim to feel, to see the other person’s pain but doesn’t really. It saddens me.. and I so feel like reaching out and urging others to take a moment and put themselves in another’s shoes. Like, for instance how would they feel if someone treated them that way? Loneliness, depression etc that leads to untimely death is something we should be focusing upon preventing. 💝
This resonates with me. And your wording is wonderful. I am especially drawn to,
“I live in the ground clouds
swinging blind
pecking on scraps of why”
Thank you for sharing this today.
I feel the sense of loss and the need to be seen, understood and acknowledged in some way. Some striking imagery.
There is something so special with the fog and how it hides something… but I also think it’s comforting (like a blanket)