Thrown Memoirs of Soul Mates
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Contest of John Lawless: I Almost Tossed It Out
20 Oct 24
The old cypress steadily marks my walk
where trembling birds roost under misty rain,
As I pause along a white-stoned port shrouded by tangled album of littered memories:
Gentle this breath the breeze upon a heaving chest
While furrowed leaves stoop on this marsh:
Somehow, my hands threw the folder of memoirs into a bin ...
Breaths lingering deep to caress edges, that only winds understood my twin- soul gone.
Then in a whim, a stranger picked the folio, handing it to me
just before the stars faded on my prayers :
Now, I stride down the lane to cross a wooden bridge
Until arms of ocean below my
throbbing feet
Carry scenes and vignettes of a distant place only known to us...
In hindsight, the poems I scribbled within torn pages gave birth
to a new exposure on twin hearts,
of soul mates hiding
among serendipitous spaces
Flushed ashore like a mesh of ocean waves ,
only to understand we are like water
flowing, cascading in a universe of
not- knowing.
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2024
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