Bare

by Michael   Oct 29, 2019


I row my teaspoon through my coffee
mulling over water that has passed
beneath the bridge

I talk to the air;
hearing to what I have to say-

-alone over breakfast

I close my eyes and breathe the rich aroma
of emptiness;

an odourless affair, that
manipulates my heart
causing memories to blossom

opening up like a diary
where pages are written
in tears

leaving me flooded
with your absence

~ ~ ~ ~

I feel a breath of cold air
which makes me shiver

I roll my eyes across
Magnolia walls, and
gaze through the window

and think.

now I know how the summer feels
as winter slowly begins
to strip its warmth

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  • 5 days ago

    by Mark

    Wonderful win Michael!

  • 5 days ago

    by Tanya Southey

    Ah! Love this.

  • 1 week ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Every line of your poetry holds such warmth and detail, Michael. An absolute pleasure to read.

    All the very best as always,
    Ben

  • 1 week ago

    by silvershoes

    This is a perfect poem.

    • 1 week ago

      by Michael

      Thank you Jane :)

  • 1 week ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    That moment so well captured. Add to my favorite. Hugs to you

    • 1 week ago

      by Michael

      thank you Miss Dagmar :)x

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