Bitter aftertaste
21 September 2018
Within my bosom
Ice clad features of sorrow
Melt down in habit
Whispers of monsoon
Rain down from shuttered eyelids
Illusion skin deep
Fed equal measures
Teaspoon of liquid honey
Bitter aftertaste
Reading of the poem:
Smother – Daughter
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Gray clouds trail across the sky. In the pale winter sun a flock of geese (Ben Grafström--Akita, Japan)
Vibe alone for a while
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I have not visited anyone for a while it seems, a passing phase. Maybe something to cheer your heart, my sister…
Your words have awakened my spirit
To embrace a true beauty I came to know
And with its magical and lovely embrace
I will never again from my life let go.
Keep writing from your heart Geetha,
You are a rare selfless jewel of great
value.
Hugs!
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Your comment makes my heart soar brother Wendell. I am honoured by your kind words. Hugs to you too 🤗
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Eloquent and thoughtful as usual x
JP
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Thank you Jean-Paul
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Tormented
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A passing phase Derrick. Thank you for reading and commenting
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