Spoken breath

She offered him a peach

he looked at the stars instead

The winking of a thousand suns

Wrote verse inside his head.

She lifted a burning ember

As tribute to the dead

Her searching smile

Of knowing thoughts

She claimed with nothing said.


(He folded gently

the written memory

of her penned lips,

that in silence,

said more

than spoken breath.)

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Stephen Gospage

Thu 23rd Mar 2023 21:34

Brilliant poem, Tommy. Every line must be savoured.

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Thu 23rd Mar 2023 11:19

Thanks Tommy.
I love those last 6 lines.

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