Lost In My Lost Cinnamon Dreams
Cinnamon memories catch my soul in snares
as I trace in anguish the curve of your lips
in a photo stained sepia with my tears -
a thousand words spoken through my fingertips;
wishing you to be the breeze teasing my hair
or the sun on my skin after its eclipse,
let mare’s tails twine us in a heavenly kiss --
cinnamon stirs my bittersweet reminisce.
Susan Ashley
May 9, 2019
~ Fourth Place ~
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 2
Sponsor: Mark Toney
~ Third Place ~
Premiere Contest: Favourite Poem From May, 2019
Sponsor: Julia Ward
~ Second Place ~
Premiere Contest: May 2019 Premiere (Max 8 Lines)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
*Mare’s tail: a long narrow cirrus cloud whose flowing appearance resembles that of a horse’s tail*
Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2019
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