Remembrance
13 February 2020
Remember
The slates wiped away
Room empty
No issue
Just water for some tissues
Spread out on my frock
I crane neck
Following through the insight
Dreary eyes
Unseen wounds
Figures with their knots set loose
Exchanging content
Play no more
Said voice in bosom
Remembrance
Reckoning
All will collect in dismay
The moments of loss
Reading of the poem:
Meu Fado – Mariza
I think I detect a shift in your style this time round. Perhaps less dreamlike and more following the flow of words?
LikeLiked by 1 person
That is very accurate Derrick. I think it is real perception of the meaning rather than mere following of the dreamy words.
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person