Collaboration between myself and Emily Burns. It is always a pleasure to write with her. We hope you enjoy it.
There's been a ghost wearing my shoes
I can still feel it's cold residue
linger on a spot of my heart
I wrote out the words upon water
As the wind carried them away The words came upon the water
the wind carried them to me
Words of life and love
heartsongs and death rattles
and I sat long tracing the ripples It is her my heart wishes to sing too
but dawn approaches chasing shadows
Words remain but whispers upon my lips
The longing to breathe the life of her
makes this fading of myself unbearable
Every day I am less
than I was the day before.
Every dawn my spirit fades
but I have heartsongs left to sing
and words left to whisper
There at the waters edge
My words turn to translucent blue
Morning arises to find sorrow
Shadows fall to the darkness
I am a slumbering giant once more
I lie among the morning dew
Mourning the loss of shadows
Blowing dandelions
Making wishes upon puffs of their fluff
for the return of night
I liked the writing on water, ripples through... I can see that in my mind. Your pond painted a picture, painful but true for those who have lost someone they know it is even better than the ones who have lost not one person at all. But we all come to that stage in our minds when we do lose someone. A faded past, trying so hard to remember, to hear a laugh or see a smile... or just hoping to see the ripples come back with a message saying, "I'm doing great!" I loved your poem, as well as all your others. You have mastered the art of poetry.
Great pic choice, if not a bit callous. ;) The poem is careful, and tip-toey across the edge of feeling. Another great one I think (you) that needs to trust yourself to go deeper.
wow, this was good piece of writing. The first stanza and last stanza are very strong and visual as the whole piece is but those stanza's stood out to me. Melancholy and the imagery was fantastic. A great collaboration.
I came back to read the words again after the moment had cooled a little. I almost don't recognize the words I wrote. It flowed so effortlessly. Thanks again for inviting me to it. :)
My name is Robert. I write therefore I feel I am. My words come from my heart, soul, and mind. I write what I feel and see, life is my inspiration. Life itself is art in its purest form. There is noth.. more..