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... keeping thyme ...
By NikesRain
somewhere there is a specter
my broken and mended self
soft edges and ragged seams
reaching out with winnowing arms
silent sobs and soft tears
somewhere there is a phantom
my naive invincible spirit
faith dusted lashes framing hope full eyes
throwing wish-kissed moon flowers
into the first rays of the sun
i can not forsake either
this soul that turns and swims
with particulate seasons
emotions and motions dancing
a heart that beats in shades unending
fading flowers
dragon wings
empty without either
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Copyright 2016 NikesRain
Published on Monday, February 29, 2016.
Filed under: "Philosophical" and
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
and yes i used the right 'thyme' in the title ;)Awards
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On Friday, February 15, 2019, Jonas Robinson
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wrote:
It will get better. I hope so, anyway. I liked this because it gave me a bit of relaxation. :)
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On Friday, April 29, 2016, TropicalSnowstorm
(1703) wrote:
I always feel like I could swim in your imagery. Lovely piece! Ciao, T/S
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On Tuesday, March 1, 2016, Void Vortex
(303) wrote:
The ending tied it all together. This piece reads quite a sad tone, like a love that couldn't find it's way home. Very beautifully written. :)
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A former member wrote:
Nice poem. I bow in the presence of greatness.
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On Monday, February 29, 2016, Drea
(1443) wrote:
I've never been disappointed reading you. "faith dusted lashes framing hope full eyes" that line felt so familiar. I want to find that part of myself that still clings to that notion.
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