Patrick Cornwall Poet Narrative

The Past

Lying in the field  reading poetry.
Jet black hair,cropped short , with sparkles.
I'm enticed,sweet voice is now only a memory.
No bitterness, only deep shadows,I live inside.
It was a home,now its a hovel.
Sleep is where I can see you now.Sleep
I long for sleep to wrap its warmth. I live there too.
Entitled,but I dwell in it. I cant breath there anymore.
My house is empty without you. I need to dream you ..
Dream you fast and dream you hard...
The windows are broken,those neighbors with their rocks.
I close my eyes and feel your hot hands touching me.
Its gray hair, its no hair, whats in a decade.....................

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Poet Destroyer A May 5, 2013 at 7:59 AM Good morning, PATRICK, Congratulations with your Featured Poem of the week :-) Take care, and enjoy your wonderful day. Always & Forever! **LINDA**

Daver Austin April 29, 2013 at 9:22 AM I like your style and method, which presents much more than a sad yearning. Congrats on the selection. daver

Don Johnson December 6, 2011 at 10:30 PM the ups are good but the downs cause ache, look for the next dark head girl to take, some happiness with her you'll make, the calming of the mind.... been there been dumped myself:(