Memory bubbles
burst like bullets
deafening impact
a physical blow
Oh, tangy sweetness
a time half forgotten
a drop of water
in the desert
Gnawing deprivation
moments that intensify
the awareness of need
thirst unquenched
A heart that’s parched
a decade’s drought
doomed to wait for rain
indefinitely
A love affair
of licking wounds
the stinging satisfaction
of looking back
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Indeed Dear Amethyst Lamb Perhaps
Only A Memory Yet Still A Most Fertile
Place of Creativity
Precipice Tween
Hell and Heaven
WHere RiSinG is Falling
Falling is RiSinG iNdeed
An Only Escape New Creativity…
Transformation The Gift We Create
A Candle
Lit
This
Life Now
What Feels
And Senses New
Most Real Within Free..:)
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That last stanza—so good!
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Thank you so much! 😊
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Wow – these were very poignant descriptions. 🙂 Some beautiful vivid poetry here!
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Thank you so much! I’m a sucker for some good melancholic nostalgia.
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