Last night was nice
Lonely
and
Broken
Clouds dancing like swabs of
cotton
raining over my eyelids
Fine music with
clean city air
washing my
thoughts
and
setting my
knowledge
free
A warm breeze rustles
through the field and
sets the spores
to drift amidst the
forgotten kindness
of your hand
It is difficult to breath
and
my head is
pounding
Understanding
was a friendship
buried beneath
the sea
3 comments:
Brother I was fascinated with all of the contrasting dichotomies in this piece.
Last night was nice
Lonely
and
Broken
clean city air etc.
The focus though is a bit ambiguous in what you are communicating. Lost love? Self adrift in memory for a not so pleasant present?
Thank you Sir , as always , for reading here and sharing your very well thought comments. It means a lot to me.
The thought that this left a reader with questions is something i feel very proud for.
Thanks
Then you have accomplished well your intent. Very nicely done.
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