Pink

The days when it is hard,
I slip from sleep
as easily as a
slipper discarded
the night before
and outside
the wind howls
as I let imagination
rip its curl
and I won't be
comfortable anymore.

I watch the pink light
in the sky, listen
to distant sounds
resounding in memories,
the smell of heather
that inhabits such
of a moonlit walk
with distant smell
of bonfire
us holding hands.

Whispers and grace
as it falls
in shimmers
of that silly silk
and memories
of kisses
in a dell
but I don't dwell
as the kisses now,
while not so evocative
mean more
like garlands on graves
my love is
engraved
in the sinew of me
that one day will fade

yet my tears will shine
while the memories
may only echo
as I slip from here
and slope my way
into somewhere and nowhere,
loving, enclosing
brushed lips of a twenty year old
contrast the eyes of an old lady,
I rub my hands
that winter eekes and sores, oh
lift me from lifelessness
and I will be the breeze
in that beautiful pink sky



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Written on 2016-02-11 at 20:00

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Peter Humphreys
I honestly do not know what to say about this poem except that I feel it to be brilliant. The reader follows the poet as she journeys in place and space in a flow that takes you along on the journey to understanding; "yet my tears will shine while the memories may only echo as I slip from here and slope my way into somewhere and nowhere, loving, enclosing brushed lips of a twenty year old contrast the eyes of an old lady". A great pleasure to travel that journey too. Peter
2016-02-13


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i tend toward the hyperbolic when commenting on your poems. this one would put me over the top. i'm printing this (bookmarks disappear).
2016-02-12