never to be




following hurt
reaching for reason
among drowning days

knowing it is a late show
on the Palladium tonight
and the snow just new

waiting in St: James Park
feet numb
anxiety reaching high

meetings never to be
running like fever through my heart

and your voice
on my mobile
telling me we are ok






Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-10-21 at 19:59

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Zoya Zaidi
It is such a poignant piece of that moment in time, so real, and yet, so elusive, when we are in a suspended state of animation, when hope and despair mingle with each other, all in one moment.
(((hugs)))
Love, Zoya
2007-10-22


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
and your voice
on my mobile
telling me we are ok

This poem has pace poise and pathos rolled into one it evokes the chill of late january and an ice laden St james park, wet socks in snow drenched shoes quite unsuitable for walking in snow with. The whole unleashing the chill of a dying love or a love that has turned to kindliness and the most telling phrase is that i highlight at the start of this comment

wel done rgds mike
2007-10-21