I ache as my defences rise
and your faint fumes consent
This artist wears a daytime sketch
longing to rework events
Sleep pulls another paperback
across my eyes
Postcards falling free
written on
and left behind
memories of light
you took with me
and your faint fumes consent
This artist wears a daytime sketch
longing to rework events
Sleep pulls another paperback
across my eyes
Postcards falling free
written on
and left behind
memories of light
you took with me
This could have been two different poems. I love this part (sorry I chopped it in 2):
ReplyDeleteSleep pulls another paperback
across my eyes
Postcards falling free
written on
and left behind
memories of light
you took with me
Thanks Dicky
ReplyDeleteyeah it does seem like two different poems.
I like the idea of "postcards falling free, written on and left behind". Very wistful and lovely.
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