take a second glance

leaves rustle in a dance
the wind, their live band
birds, their vocal ensemble
but your voice remains still
not a sound to be heard

leaves rustle on a tome
your words printed and bound
inked clues guide memories
but your voice still remains -
faded but familiar sound

leave, just leave, without a word
your thoughts riding the wind
echo back on distant semaphore;
bring to life this one last time
orphaned hearts you left behind

_ __ ___ ✒

Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2015-06-15 at 12:49

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A very nice descriptive piece. Better than my one 'Imbued' but perhaps similar in content if I have read it right. Very nice.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
this is a lovely, gentle, subtle poem which i am enjoying very much.

This is so deeply beautiful:)

Rob Graber
Interesting imagery; I find quite surprising and impressive the reappearance of the rustling leaves of the opening stanza on--of all places--a tome in the second.