The Demise of A BookA Poem by icelandicblue
Each day I awake once more
and don a skin a tad too tight, overflowing with what ifs and regret. Undaunted I tilt my harbinger hat askew ready for the day and her latest breath of irony. It is then I am yanked away, transported, running upon a meadow of words. I am lured in by thoughts of hope, such a shiny thing snatched away by a crow unable to resist her own nature. But feathered nests are subject to the vagaries of the wind. Here trapped in the vortex of my mind spun round and round the maelstrom I spread my arms out unable to breathe. Finally the subject of my interest finds the truth and it destroys a little bit of her heart, she is now more part than whole, as am I. She turns her face to the sun and tastes the clouds forcing me to close the covers upon her and savor the emptiness. © 2015 icelandicblueReviews
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Added on October 17, 2015Last Updated on October 18, 2015 AuthoricelandicblueBostonAboutI do not accept any new friend requests unless we have read and commented on each others poetry. No exceptions. I have enough homework as it is. I expect reciprocity in our exchanges. Read my work and.. more..Writing
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