gold leaves all astray
unbidden, you slay
words so soft, still
red blooms have faded
as long years raided
chest of seeds, naked
longing to spill
sea of knowing you
sky of bitter blue
my eyes awake, true
i learn to write
of missing spaces
room, empty of place,
scentless, my lips trace
you, in moonlight
Posted for: D'verse Poets: The Beautiful Sadness
and Real Toads: Poetry form is Cyhydedd Hir. I have used this pattern:
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The Kiss by Theodore Gericault
c. 1822
Sepia wash and charcoal on paper, 203 x 368 mm
Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza, Madrid
Picture credit: WikiPaintings.org
