Last Memory

A poem I wrote tonight. Photo is a painting I made. Enjoy 🙂

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In all the times you were gone

I searched where you weren’t existent

unaware of your presence, where,

our known emotions had gathered.

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In a happenstance your feelings came to fruition;

Why were you hiding? Why so afraid?

At my awareness, your retraction, and my bemuse reaction,

all we said were stares.

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If going back to what we were, became the intention;

Why the silence? Why the smile?

What we chose once was the place you distanced from.

I stuck and waited, with denial as my saviour. 

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There are no more words that can vanish what hurt,

but that one action healed what I never thought was possible.

And it replayed in my mind; 

the smiles, the songs, the rhythm of our nights.

 

Writing 201: Prose Poetry

Prompt: Fingers

Form: Prose Poetry

Device: Assonance

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This prose poem talks about heartache. I did not use ‘fingers’ literally, but as a metaphor by using words such as, ‘ Point’.

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Clap, and Waken

Radiant! Clap, or tap, my dear! I hear, in proximity to here. Why abandon my closure, but clothe my emotions? I listened for your words full of detritus. May I set free the flames for thee? I must point that they agree. The cloudless days are approaching, and the frozen slate – on the surface of your heart – it averts your true feelings; of fear, of love, of uncertainty. Be you – you decide – with me or without. You be who you were, or for whom I glistened my heart with sad tears. Point towards what should be true, persevere like on a quest for survival. Then, I clap and I am aware, of such probability.

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