For a Turkish Girl

A few years later 

I nearly saw you through the fence.

Standing at the spot where you left.

Or maybe it was the shadows of the trees in early Winter.

This is the end of poetry.

I might end up talking about the wrong things.

There are no words big enough,

so I will cleverly avoid the truth.

Finished.On the floor.Drained.Shattered.Gone.

It`s not enough.

I wanted to say a whole lot more.

But have to rely on the first frost. 

Reviews

[Valentine]

Old memories pop up at the oddest times. Some we wish to hold close, others to never see again. Valentine

[Neville]

What an absolutely splendid write..........N

[Circe]

this wrecks me beyond imagining... more tender, breaking words could not be thought of.. those last words caught me splendidly... the broken down beauty and yearning.. this not enough... feeling its cut.. you say it inside an immaculate sigh..

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

A style that leaves me with thoughts, Turkish girl and the abstract way we think, brilliant stuff :)

[Lina Grey]

Emotional and abstract. I could feel the surrender in your words, the lack of words to express such deep emotions. Thank you.

[Emily Rae]

I could feel your surrender in this piece, very moving

[Michael of Gilead]

sometimes there are no words, or energy to dreg them up from deep inside...sometimes it's better left alone.

[Wolf's Dark Song]

This reads to me a very emotional piece. Perhaps the writer is missing the girl on the other side of the fence and that pain of that is causing the ending of his creative voice. I like this.