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Last, a Word of Love

Dear minds, of those only longing desire, last, a word of love, leaves her stunting breath, dismissed by all, the last lull of her lyre, is not hope, a luxury, afforded in death.

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Jay Jagdale

Date: 7/13/2024 9:49:00 AM

Loved it!

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 6/4/2024 12:53:00 PM

I love this poem. The phrase "the last lull of her lyre" sends a premonition of an angel to me. I liked this image.

Kate Davies
Date: 6/4/2024 2:55:00 PM

Thanks Hilda. I'm glad you enjoyed it :)

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 6/2/2024 12:29:00 PM

Dear Kate, your haunting poem left me breathless. The longing desire, stunting breath, and lull of the lyre evoke stark emotions. Questioning if hope is a luxury in death - poignant and thought-provoking. Beautifully crafted. - Blessings, My Friend, Daniel

Kate Davies
Date: 6/4/2024 2:54:00 PM

Thank you Daniel :)

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 6/2/2024 8:01:00 AM

A lyrical poem of that last luxury goes to the heart. I enjoyed your poem.