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Post by eiken on Feb 24, 2014 14:07:32 GMT -6
Just as I get used to being alone
you return,
like a gust of wind.
Your autumnal breath
scatters the room,
words blaze like falling leaves
and I am caught in your shimmering web.
The glint in your eyes
sparkles like sun-lit water,
you open your arms
and I stumble between them.
Winter’s chill
in a suitcase of soiled linen,
abandoned with your embrace.
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Post by Brigid Briton on Feb 24, 2014 22:17:02 GMT -6
Hi eiken,
Sorry I missed this earlier today. Another lovely poem from you depicting a sweet homecoming. It's so good having you back!
Brigid
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Post by saore on Feb 25, 2014 11:17:05 GMT -6
Spectacular poem eiken. I loved it from the very start.
Sergio
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Post by Cory Raymond on Feb 25, 2014 21:46:38 GMT -6
Very pretty.  |
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Post by eiken on Feb 26, 2014 12:57:49 GMT -6
Brigid, Sergio and Cory, thank you for your kind comments Life is full of coming and going as always and I will never get used to it, it will never be okay. Some day my husband will retire and we will sail into the sunset  I hope!! |
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Post by twriter44 on Feb 28, 2014 0:47:53 GMT -6
You certainly have a gift for creating a beautiful image with very few words. I like the introduction of winter and fall as larger themes, a backdrop for the details.
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Post by eiken on Mar 3, 2014 13:25:53 GMT -6
Thanks twriter44, appreciate your thoughts |
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I hope!!