Caressed
by the hush
of a wayward tear
emerged
from flames
that once
scalded her eyes
is an innocence lost
a wistfulness retained
a longing diffused
within the brine
of memories.
Weighted
like the dew
upon a thorn
to the force
of an ethereal call
she surrenders.
With strengthened hope
through moistened gaze
down meandered path
she searches
until finally
upon her lips
does she taste
the bittersweetness
of her deliverance.
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You make of poetry an incomparable art. Your feelings are reflected to the delight of those who read you.
You are kind; thank you. 😊
your poetry is valuable and interesting. selecting words regrouping them is amazing
thanks for your constant support of my blogs/poetry
This is wonderfully done, Phoebe. I really like it when you do poetry. ……. 🙂
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Very lovely and flowing.
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