Like a dove in the cleft of rocks
tranquilly enveloped
suffocated
with a slumber
assuaged by silence
beneath the breath
of crescent glow.
Catch her
Save her
Treasure her
you whom her soul desires
and let her be freed.
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Still such a gift for the written word. I have been away so long and missed your musings. I am thankful to see them again my friend.
It’s so nice to see you again! 🙂 🙂
And you as well! Hope that life is being as wonderful to you as you are always to it!
🙂 🙂
Like many clefts of rocks surrounded by doves
A throat lump gulped
suffocated
with the noise in hiding
beneath the breath
of epic falls
I caught her,
saved her,
treasured her,
to bind her
for centuries
in pain
of attachment
and detachment.
Such lovely words. 🙂 🙂
Thanks Phoebe! 🙂
And so was was poem 🙂 Lovely as space time.
🙂 🙂
Lovely.
Thank you 🙂
Phoebe,
I love your minimilist style. You have a unique ability to convey a stunningly complex image in just a few well-chosen and descriptive phrases. That is so incredibly hard to do, but I’m so impressed, and I’ll be looking for more! Beautiful!!