I Cling to Thy Poetry

by Lost star   Oct 24, 2021

I hath never been so content;

Long afternoons on lush
green banks of the riverside,
lounging in auspicious light,
as thou call by name,
the flowers and birds who
wouldst grace an Indian summer
with scent and song.

A summer never to be forgotten,
indeed, until mine last breath leaves
I shall remember the sweet
melodies of the nightingale,
the thunder in mine chest,
the radiance of thy skin
beseeching mine trembling
fingers to touch.

Even as an apparition,
these eyes still search for thee,
mine love, those that wouldst
rest upon thy beauty now
delve within the prose of your memory....

Perchance, to discover the solace I seek among
the fluid arcs of thine ink on parchment.....

I cling to thy poetry.

It was thou who were taken from 'ere,
but I who were left,
torn as a frost-laced spider web in a storm.


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  • 1 month ago

    by Meena Krish

    Congrats on the Win!!

  • 1 month ago

    by Meena Krish

    It has that olden times flavor muxed with love and sentiment...liked the read..

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