vague thief

By FadedBlues

the wind will blow at unlocked doors
find the hearth & disturb the embers
the mind distorts the tale of absconded days
redesigns, & makes it pretty
but the heart remembers:

she arrived with an empty bag
& a butterfly tattoo
time made poems, made music
painted the sky inscrutable stars
(what is time but the harbinger of regret)
she left out the back door
her bag was full.

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Published on Sunday, April 27, 2014. Filed under: "Graphic Art"

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A former member wrote: that last stanza is utterly immaculate. i mean it. not a word gone foul. a truly special piece, sir. thanks.
On Sunday, May 4, 2014, Devilish (2633) wrote:

I have the same "problem" if you will. They never absolutely never stay long enough to unpack .. but i end up thanking god cause i am one hell of a bitch to be with. i love you sir.... always..
On Monday, April 28, 2014, FadedBlues (2096) wrote:

Friends, thanks for visiting. a poem about thieves in the night...
On Sunday, April 27, 2014, blue angel (866) wrote:

Your intro brings to mind a poem I read yesterday by Lux, the third stanza in particular. This is one that slices to my depths and that's pretty damn deep. I love it...Blues. :)~