..
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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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.
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. : )
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.
I think it might also be a tongue-stung sky.