Thursday, September 06, 2012

Absence

                                                           (Image Source: http://www.benreed.net)


The absence
Of your song
Tuned to my heart
Melodious
Soothing it was
True, it 'was'
Not 'is' anymore
Those long drawn breaths
Flowing through the lips
Our lips
Joined together
Passionately
Divine lust
Vaporizing sedately
Condensing as love
Was this the same
Evaporation - Condensation - Precipitation
I had learnt in school
Perhaps
May be
Doesn't matter now
The clouds rise again
Gloomy and dark
Hiding your voice
My pretty lark.


This Poem is shared with Trifecta and the Prompt is Absence (noun) : want, lack .


30 comments:

  1. this is so intense.....nice write!

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  2. It is hard when what was IS becomes WAS. I feel this one.

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  3. another deeply moving poem ~ well done ~ (A Creative Harbor)

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  4. It was and not is, that's what we all fear about love... Especially when for us it is still IS and for him/her it became was.

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    1. IS and WAS makes a hell lot of difference :-)

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  5. This is very moving and poignant. I love the emotions which are conveyed!

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  6. Love the bit about lust vaporizing and condensing as love; great image.

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  7. 'evaporation - condensation - precipitation' is a fantastic line really gets under the skin of this piece..sticky..claustrophobic perhaps but much needed..jae

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  8. I feel the loss in your beautiful words.....:-)

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  9. Your words drew me in.. Lovely

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  10. Awww... so sad... the feelings here are raw, aching. Very good writing

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  11. Very evocative. The photo is a great compliment to the words.

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  12. Thanks so much for linking up. Very moving words here. I think I'm alone in this, but the ending, with "my pretty lark" seemed so. . .maudlin?. . .it almost gave it an edge, if you know what I mean. I was left thinking of one person who was far more committed to the relationship than the other. Perhaps just my twisted interpretation. Nice job with the prompt.

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    1. Thank You for the warm welcome :-)

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  13. This one is perfect. It touched my heart. Beautiful :)

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  14. ... not for long ... there is always something different around the bend ... endure the absence ... and grow when growing season is on again ... Love, cat.

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