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Ross Clavewood Poem
Have you woken up by a river?
One within the forbidden woods.
A tent, for two. Sleeping bags.
The stream, rushing over golden sand.
I could hear the trees breathing,
The psithurism, the birds.
I skipped a pebble, watched you do it too.
Fishing, when you preferred being a vegan.
Etching your name on the boulders,
Whilst the brontide masked the twilight.
The mist, one that made you vanish.
I missed the sun, but not as much as you do.
The peiskos while I poked the marshmallows.
The beverage on a cold evening,
One that ran down your spine.
Our mutual redamancy, one so sacred.
I crave for the day, when you return.
I crave for the day, when I build a tent for you.
A tent by the river, just for us two.
My sister, come back soon.
So, have you woken up by a river?
I know I haven't yet.
Copyright © Ross Clavewood | Year Posted 2019
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Ross Clavewood Poem
To Orange,
I've been dreaming, dreaming lately.
How things seemed so sure back then.
How love wasn't a flashback of the days.
How your kindness was taken for granted.
I do recall, I really do.
The sea breeze against my hair.
The sunset painting the sky.
The sand, cuddling with my feet.
I wish you were here today.
Back from when I lost sight of you.
Don't take me on a long drive,
Come home and lay beside me.
Don't take me out for a candlelight dinner,
Make me my favourite peanut butter sandwich.
Don't talk to me everyday, every hour,
Dream of me, whenever you close your eyes.
I'll be waiting, but not for long.
For reminiscing, is now a hobby,
And probably wishing, is now, a curse.
~Violet
Copyright © Ross Clavewood | Year Posted 2019
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