In fragile circles

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Awaiting a lover's return, D'VersePoets Pub, Forgotten, Glint in the eye, Helpless, Hopeful, Hopeful eyes, In search of, Jilted, Lover, Magpie Tales, Open Link Night, Restless, Return, Waiting

Image credits: Tess Kincaid@Magpie Tales

She lay on the bed
Her arms extended
ever so listlessly
Her lips quivering
with a waxed passion
Her tresses arranged
in careless swirls…

Her skin radiating
a lingering warmth
of some passing summer
Her singular tear
with the ripping force
of a bursting volcano…

Her eyes searching
through the myriad pores
on the plastered ceiling
For one glimpse of return…
For one moment of benign sparkle…
For just one sign
Of he who had kept
– Of he who had left –
her lying on the bed
with her arms extended
ever so listlessly…

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**Posted for Week 104 of Magpie Tales and for Week 31 of Open Link Night @ d’versepoets – the two poetic haunts you will never get tired of! **

*** Oh, and by the way, HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!!! 🙂 ❤ ❤ ***

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In a grey bubble

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A wish, d'Verse Poets Pub, Dilemma, Eclipsed, Fading, Hopeful, Lying in wait, Magpie Tales, Open Link Night, Oscillate, Pendulum, Reassembled dreams, Rekindled hope, Return of lost love, Sighs of hope, True love, Undying love, Waiting

Image credits: Tess@Magpie Tales (with some editing by me)

I heard your voice
fade into a lingering shadow
of a hoarse whisper

I felt your presence
melt into a stagnant puddle
of diluted memories

I watched you
slip into the recesses
of a pale obscurity

Wells have run dry
Trails have gone cold
Your teacup lay untouched
Your chair by the window rocked…
– empty –

And yet today,
when every sign of you
is ready to evaporate,
There awakens a sleeping candle
in a guarded corner of my heart
And I see your name
dancing in the flame
Teasing me
Nudging me
Telling me you aren’t
too far from my staccato thoughts
Telling me you are
wherever I choose you to be

I’m vacillating hopelessly between
an eclipse of the forgotten
and a penumbra of potent tomorrows…

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*** Posted for Week HUNDRED of Magpie Tales at the Willow Manor, and for this week’s Open Link Night at d’Verse Poets Pub! These are 2 of my favorite haunts, and they ought to be yours too!! ***

** Oh, and heartiest CONGRATULATIONS to Tess on a CLASSIC CENTURY of Magpies!!! YOU ROCK!!!! Wooohoooo…**

Bricked in…

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Child, Doubtful, Hopeful, Miserable, Results of war, Sad, Trustworthy?, Unknown, War, Who is who?

She sat right there
Hiding behind the table
With tousled hair
Sniffling and pitiable

Open bloody palm
She looked at her cat
That lay dead and calm
On a fine Persian mat

Twas her only family
Now slain by a slug
She sighed wearily
There was no one to hug

She was trembling
I hoped she’d hear me
She didn’t reply
And why ever would she?

How was she to know
That I was not the devil
Ready with a blow
And raring to kill?

How was she to sense
That I too ached and pined
And wished for defence
Just like her tortured mind?