Each night I press
my ear to your
empty pillow
as if it were a
seashell, conch or nautilus
and while your
voice used to echo
each night that we were
forever and anchored
and true
your pillow now only
provides me with the deafening
silence of distant waves
from a now vacant shore
where we once laid with
bodies and words
intertwined in the sand
drawing a map with our fingers
and charting the path
of our journey to
a world of occupied
sheets and pillows
and flesh
where we would be
forever and anchored
and true
—
Please take a look at my book of poetry and short fiction titled “Songs you can’t dance to”
—
copyright 2013 Steven Harz
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I love the visual and symbolism of this poem – very original! I really enjoyed this.
thanks candace!
This is the most beautiful of all words ever written. Thankful to have been given the chance to read such a masterpiece.
thank you sooo much!!
You are welcome-have you experienced that moment where you read something…and then kick yourself because you didn’t think of it first 🙂
Amazing-amazing piece. Hope you don’t mind if I re-blog?
i have that feeling all of the time!!! yes, please re-blog – thanks!
SO BEAUTIFUL ): JUST PULLED AT MY HEART STRINGS THAT ARE ALREADY WEAK FROM MOURNING . THANKS FOR THE FOLLOW
Reblogged this on mentalnotes1 and commented:
SO BEAUTIFUL (I’M ALL TEARS)
thanks so much – glad it resonated with you…!
What a wonderful poem and happy to come across your site here!
thanks so much for stopping by!
Absolutely! Good to connect on Twitter too yesterday
absolutely!