mine is not a life without sky
but like a pebble pocketed
and half forgotten
my fingers will brush
the cool smoothness of you
and be startled into sadness
for the space of a long heartbeat
or a breath lightly held
before moving on beneath
the sighing lull of yellowing trees
mine is not a life without sky
though there are times
I can feel the edges of it
following along beside
wearing your scent,
carrying your sound,
and casting our words
to the leaves at my feet
© Sarah Whiteley
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As I read this…I had that feeling of love lost and how one recalls the better times during the course of daily routines….very moving verse.
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Wandering your hallways – I have found bountiful refreshment… I thank thee.
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I’m very pleased you’ve found something to enjoy here! Thank you!
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Just a wonderful feel to this poem – the sighing lull of yellowing trees – just lovely.
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Great post today thanks for sharing. I enjoyed it very much.
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Damn good one, Sarah
Piercing,
Peace,
Laz
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Well I damn well appreciate that, Laz. 🙂 I think that’s the first time anything I’ve written has been referred to as “damn” something. Must say, I rather like it!
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