Where Bumbles Bounce
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© Earth Seedlings
To the wild overgrown garden
of my age crammed mind
I keep returning, thirsting for
the nectar of neglected nights,
when moonlight shone in vain,
searching for scattered words
among the shadows of silence
urging myself to catch a whiff
of her fragrant sensual scent
where distant memories linger
dripping from dew laden boughs.
Clinging to false illusionary hope
I sift through densely mingled weeds
with wrinkled trembling hands…
frenzied feeble efforts, as aridness
suffocates the last breaths of existence.
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[Pub. PS: It’s Poetry: An anthology of contemporary poetry from around the world 2020]
Contest: Where Bumbles Bounce
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Placed 3rd
© 15th September 2019
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2019
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