Farewell


At the dull hours of leaving
light imbues all you see,
texture breaks into longing,
matter into a million goodbyes,
each a sweet blade for your bleeding rosary.

Parting is like a thousand suns
in a plain piece of wood
conceding to the swell of light
with each breath of air.
Cause has no other origin.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-01-10 at 00:10

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Zoya Zaidi
"Parting is like a thousand suns
in a plain piece of wood "
Love this one Ben!!!
Yes! "Parting is such a sweet sorrow"
((((((Hugs for the New Year))))
xxx, Love, Zoya
2006-01-10


penfold18
This had a calmness to it when I expected it to be sad, you have a way with words that sets my mind in motion :-)
2006-01-10


Celtic boy
you show the sadness we all feel when the time comes to leave, or be left behind. Thanks for sharing.
2006-01-10