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
this is so intense.....nice write!
ReplyDeleteThanks Sreeja :-)
Deletevery passionate.. very good
ReplyDeleteThank You :-)
DeleteIt is hard when what was IS becomes WAS. I feel this one.
ReplyDeleteI totally agree with you !!!
Deleteanother deeply moving poem ~ well done ~ (A Creative Harbor)
ReplyDeleteThanks Carol :-)
DeleteIt 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.
ReplyDeleteIS and WAS makes a hell lot of difference :-)
DeleteThis is very moving and poignant. I love the emotions which are conveyed!
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot :-)
DeleteLove the bit about lust vaporizing and condensing as love; great image.
ReplyDeleteThanks Annabelle :-)
Delete'evaporation - condensation - precipitation' is a fantastic line really gets under the skin of this piece..sticky..claustrophobic perhaps but much needed..jae
ReplyDeleteI feel the loss in your beautiful words.....:-)
ReplyDeleteYour words drew me in.. Lovely
ReplyDeleteThank You Bo :-)
DeleteAwww... so sad... the feelings here are raw, aching. Very good writing
ReplyDeleteThanks so much :-)
DeleteVery evocative. The photo is a great compliment to the words.
ReplyDeleteThank You :-)
DeleteThanks 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.
ReplyDeleteThank You for the warm welcome :-)
DeleteThis one is perfect. It touched my heart. Beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Dark Angel :-)
Delete... not for long ... there is always something different around the bend ... endure the absence ... and grow when growing season is on again ... Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteThanks Cat :-)
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