Love shards and embers laying twisted and worn.
Emotionally stripped and alone
Laying bare and deboned.
The fragmentary bits adrift in their splendour
In the thermal blender
Where will they alight
To ignite the spark?
Where will the fire burn?
Which wick will ignite
To be that beacon of light?
Love Shards.
Scattered reflections with many faces.
Scattered across time and spaces;
The many visages displaces
The one that they replaced.
A mosaic of the many, a Goldilocks
along with the Ebony locks.
Love Embers.
Shattered and scattered burnt bits of hearts.
That drifts amongst the mountains and the valleys
And within the mist.
Composites of the joyous things I miss.
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POETIC SKETCHES
PoetrySketched in black and white - a series of poems dealing with a number of ideas.
