tamara de lempicka




in the afternoon

 

 

~

 

i come back to the apartment

to its emptiness 

 

~

 

i miss terri

the two of us on the bed, reading

her hand reaching out

just to touch

i felt loved

 

~

 

is it true

we reap what we sow

 

i sowed nettles

terri, a field of poppies

 

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i lie on the bed

imagining 

 

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without the weight of her

i can't get there

so i make tea

and write this poem

 

~





Poetry by one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-09-11 at 12:04

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is wonderful! The final line comes as a surprise, but it's perfect.
2015-09-11



I miss terry in your poems too. This one is wistful and a little sad. Beautiful though. :)
Ashe
2015-09-11


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
When we think of those we love
They think out to us
Those thoughts meet up
In the cosmos - then we - they
Are together - as one - joined up
By those thorts - of love intertwined
Thinking
Ken D :) ;)
2015-09-11