holding me





and I am falling
black at my window
love burning holes

solitude and past directions
passing by my shadow

the sloe white
thorns turning inside

as time stands guard
holding me

you still a haunting praire
so I look at the calculating side

pushing you further away
as my heart follows





Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-04-20 at 18:58

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Zoya Zaidi
Very hauting imagery here, dear Kath!
A really disturbing poem! Very well written!
((Love))
Zoya
2007-04-20


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Solitude and past directions

the sloe white flowers of a blackthorn winter

very evocative of easrly spring cold and windswept but with promise hope and discovery a wonderful text well done Kath this is beautiful
rgds mike
2007-04-20