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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.

OpenLinkNight #276

 

 

       

 

 

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9 responses »

  1. Beautifully poignant and reflective. ❤

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  2. 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

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  3. This one comes to life when read aloud. It brings an aching to my throat.

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  4. 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.

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  5. 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. 💝

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  6. 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.

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  7. I feel the sense of loss and the need to be seen, understood and acknowledged in some way. Some striking imagery.

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  8. There is something so special with the fog and how it hides something… but I also think it’s comforting (like a blanket)

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