Remember the Tungsten Sky

..

Remember the last things we said,
the way your head fell toward the door,
even as I was sighing my last good
-bye?

Remember the hollow, the way we
followed that naughty moon too far,
got lost in all that glow and know
-ing?

Remember the words you swallowed,
silver clouds too long hallowed,
stunned shadowless by a fragrant
breeze.

Remember how many deaths we spent
on fragments of thought caught by
invisible strings, silent kites not quite
free.

 

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Prompted by Poetic Asides

 

 


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4 Responses to Remember the Tungsten Sky

  1. First, of course, I love your title. But this is another sad one. Remember somehow making it sad. And then especially the last stanza. Somehow I think this is about someone who has died, but I could be wrong.

  2. Grace Black says:

    Just gorgeous!!! By the way just saw the post on PA and you were on a few top 10 lists! Congrats beautiful poet!! Keep inspiring and filling the world with your ink. : )

  3. Aris says:

    This is making me tear up, for some reason. It’s so sad.

    “stunned shadowless by a fragrant
    breeze”

    “silent kites not quite
    free”

    These are stunning.

    There’s a tongue in your title too. Bitten or kissed or both. Excellent line breaks, adding so much meaning and layering.

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