Hemlock Wine
I will wait
hidden, seething,
in the bloom of midsummer;
entwined in gentle branches
blossoming into sorrow, soft and slow.
Above me seabirds wheel and call,
far from home,
lost in a stranger's dream.
Full circle, the memory of your love
pierces through my ragged beating heart,
sharpened past sharp,
both sweet and bitter.
I cannot learn to forget.
I do not know this stranger world without you.
The clouds are yours and the rain is yours,
the mist on the morning's breath is yours,
and here remain I:
alone in the sunshine
a face fading into flowers
silent in the summer's day.
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3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever - 2018
PoesiaWelcome to the Poets Pub 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever. This year it will be an eight (8) week gauntlet style poetry competition, with a new poetry prompt every week and a winner announced each week. All winners will be eligible for our Poet...
