rejection note
how sweet of her
to apologize
Nothing new.
Am used to it.
Stoic I call myself.
sky watch
if only my sighs could
disperse the clouds
But this time her 'sorry' pierced.
The headaches returned too.
ages
I have meandered
within
as
light
as
feather
the city rises hollow
or
is
it
the
mist
in my eyes
greying the sky
wordless
wounds
gape
feather light
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ages
ReplyDeleteI have meandered
within - love this!!
Thank you so much. It's my favourite too because it's true.
DeleteA compelling read. The grey mist is light as a feather but also heavy of heart.
ReplyDeleteTrue. Light can also be heavy.
DeleteThe word 'gape' struck me like a chord. Love the light as a feather look.
ReplyDeleteThanks Colleen.
DeleteReally nice mood built up here and the way you constructed the piece adds to it nicely.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rommy
DeleteThis time, can it float away?
ReplyDeleteI have a few hurts that can never float away,.
I enjoyed reading, it read again after I straght lined it,
easier, better for me. Sorry
..
Thanks Jim
DeleteFrom disappointment springs a lovely poem. Cheers.
ReplyDeleteThanks a ton
DeleteThanks a ton
DeleteSorries - can grow old and meaningless.
ReplyDeleteThanks Margaret for your presence and comment.
DeleteIntriguing and lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much
DeleteIf the wounds are 'feather light'-- can the healing be far behind? I wonder. So much resonated with me.
ReplyDeleteI salute you for choosing to title this poem -- 'encore'. To never give up. To write and submit and repeat. Sounds like the poet's anthem:) Wonderful read.
Glad that you could connect with the poem.
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