29.6.11

Forgotten

Sifting sunlight through woven fabric
weaving wind into my hair
I wrap ideas around each secret
cradle wounds like
broken
babies
crying for love that never was

I called for you in summer stillness
etched stories in the gloom
I staggered through a billowy gust
Cried a river beneath blue moon

If I sit here a while longer
Will you remember?

4 comments:

  1. whew...excellent piece...the broken babies just about stole my breath...you sting well with words to pull out the emo...very well played...

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  2. unrequited love...
    instead of what we wait for and dream of

    Thanks Kelly so gr8 to see you each week here
    smiles

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