Image credits: Tess Kincaid @ Magpie Tales
Like haunting shadows
dancing in dark alleys
They spoke to me
in hoarse whispers
They told me
never to let go of them
Like famished souls
severed from grungy bodies
They clutched
at my flaming little heart
Their sole desire
was to seep deep into it
There was no escape
from their thorny vines
- no denying
their omnipresence -
And while I melted into
their burning passion
- While I gave in to
their relentless cries -
They transformed
into a beautiful verse
- an epitaph -
on the headstone
of my wordless reflection
**Posted for a smashing Week 103 of Magpie Tales – Where images demand answers, and we poets and writers attempt… **
wow..i enjoyed every word of your poem….x
Aww…thank you so much, Kay …
A really glad you enjoyed the read…
Hugsss!!!!
Beautiful!
Thankoo, Tess !!!!
xoxoxo
Oh, nicely done. I really like your closing lines,
‘- an epitaph -
on the headstone
of my wordless reflection’
Aahh….thanks a ton, Mary… My fav. lines too!!
Hugs to you, lovely lady…
I thought this poem to be sensual and expressive, Kavita. Thank you for sharing.
Oh thanks, Linda… I am guessing you too, like me, are havi a love affair with words..
So I totally get where that comment came from…
What powerful poem….love the imagery of the poem and the photo.
Thanks, charles… You are very kind hearted, my dear friend…
an epitaph on the headstone of my wordless reflection…tight…nice close ma’am….also not escaping their thorny vines…well writ kavita
Gee…thanks, Bri…
Besides, when one has some excellent poet friends, one does get inspired, ya know…
When one is enveloped by writers’ block, but is still occasionally graced by the flow of words, one comes up with such poems I suppose
Take care, my friend…