Spiralling
I watch clouds race across the sky,nebulous feelings of loss encased
I trace tracks of tears because
other lawns will never be as
green as these I see today.
You place hot china mugs of
bitter aloe coffee in my hands,
yet I cannot warm, the stiff
whiteness repels and my fingers
cannot spell your name.
I remember things, such as
kneeling for a first confession,
a pious, misunderstood expression
before I truly understood that
no one's soul is an open book.
If I chase clouds, who will catch me,
a cumulation of doubt, despair?
The sun shines on a penitent grass
for none shall be so fair today.
Just one kiss as I dandle,
fondle heartfelt hope.
They move too fast today
these clouds, my thoughts
are spiralling out of control.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2009-03-23 at 11:43
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