that absence hangs around,
a lone note held –
b-flat drifting long after
the tables have emptied
a blind man would have known
to find a way away from you
but fire makes us stupid
and before this space was vacant
it. was. on. fire.
things are so much clearer
when seen in d minor –
it’s a particular diminished
shade of the blues
but the show’s over even if
the smoke still lingers
and there’s no flyer even
to remember it by
but darlin’, there’s no
forgetting that heat
Thinking of you this morning – K
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simply sublime
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thank you!
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so this is the ‘poet’s journal’? 😉
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Oh..that line about the blind man is just perfect…guess we’ve all felt something similar during our lifetime.
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I like the poem, and I like the picture too! You’re very talented Sarah.
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thank you! you’re very kind! 🙂
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🙂
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