Abandonment feels like this
Staying out of the reach
Of waves.
Sitting pretty on the beach
longing to mingle with the roaring oceans
To be dissolved in eons of life
Stay away human
You will drown.
Shining neon
On a lone road
Attracting wasps on a dark night
Halt . Stay. Have a cup of tea.
Or a pint. Or two.
Get drunk.
Stay with me.
Mountain side loft
Pictueresque empty.
Storms hit the rocky tops
Drifting back to destroy my windows.
Weeds abundant
Hummingbirds flit
Come home
I wait for thee.
Life is ebbing away
One firefly at a time.
Tiny glowering
Stars of my skin.
You see the glow
I see my breaths.
Counting away on my fingertips.
_narinder.
Love this one ❤
Yup, love this one. It evokes in me a visceral response. I feel sadness and distance of loved ones and a difficult compromise accepted long ago.
It’s effective.
I don’t even want to look for your technique to comment upon it. Since the poem worked on me emotionally without me noticing literary devices, your technical skill is obvious and I shouldn’t dissect the butterfly.
Thank you.
Gratitude dear laurel wilson. Such feedback is so precious..
So is gratitude. Thank you.