Pen to paper
Only ink,
Words,
the alabaster page.
Spoken words
Heard only
By the moon
and stars
and the blanket of night.
Arms reach out
Left unfilled
Grasp air
and wind
and empty spaces
Solitude
There’s only me
My breath
My beating heart
Nothing more.
This is a beautiful poem. I felt the loneliness and darkness of it as I read it. Poetry isn't usually my thing, but I liked this one.
ReplyDeleteThank you Christine. :)
ReplyDeleteSimple but beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI love your poetry!
ReplyDeleteThank you Cari. :)
ReplyDeleteYou are a wonderful poet! And congrats on the book release! How exciting. Mine comes out in November - can't wait!
ReplyDeleteThanks Karen!! And good luck with your novel. I'll look it up!
ReplyDeleteMEGAN!!!!! you keep rockin' the poetry.......love this one!
ReplyDeleteThank you Lori. <3 That means a lot coming from you.
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