I forget names
With me the earth
Perhaps untimely
Lurking
For a fistful of sky
Still blue
The leaves
Fondle the
Brusque breeze
Scorched
Wounds learn
To heal inflamed
Mourning
in silence
Frozen
As the glaciers
Ought to be
I embrace
What they say
Nothingness
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Poignant and beautiful Love 'a fistful of sky' and fondle the brusque breeze' Love the end Nothingness
ReplyDeleteThank you Marja for your appreciation. Humbled.
DeleteKind of mesmerizing or enchanting.
ReplyDeleteOh! Thank you Colleen.
DeleteLiterary minimalism gets maximum results in this poignant lovely piece.
ReplyDeleteGlad that you like the experiment with minimalism Penelope.
DeleteGreat close.. the nothingness, the quiet...that should be the communication with the elements.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rajani.
DeleteBeautifully evoked!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much
DeleteI like this, got my attention with the name forgetting as I have been that way for a while. It runs in the family but the COVID made it worse. I like your lament, then a 'make it feel good' following. Must try that. I "Labeled" mine "Gothic Fiction" but it is missing an element. It is one of my surprise, "Is that Jim" writings.
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I know. My mother is a Dementia patient for the past ten years.
DeleteLike a spell and a prayer, dancing...
ReplyDeleteThank you Magaly.
ReplyDeleteEven when nothingness is embraced, there is much healing and goodness in the verse.
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