Residual Haunting

There are these times of the year

that hunt and haunt my soul.

If I am undistracted – unaccompanied

then I become unexpectedly – unnerved.

 

Whispers on the breeze I cannot hear

catchlights in eyes I cannot see

memories of you I can no longer feel.

 

You are only 10 miles away

out of my life –

but no distance away

from this

residual haunting.

 

© Katypoetess 2015

Katypoetesslovelove poetry

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Jon

Sat 9th Jan 2016 11:36

Nice brief yet effecive poem Katy...lovely poem

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Nigel Astell

Tue 11th Aug 2015 14:45

Each word - one single teardrop
Each line - a rainstorm stirs
Each verse - flash lighting strikes
Each poem - broken heart thunders

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 11th Aug 2015 12:47

A flair for a lovely line has to have a lovely thought first. I really like this.

To be honest, I think there is always an element of loveliness in those thoughts with which people are tormented, whether purposefully or not. 'Something' is enjoyed, clung to. So - define 'lovely'. It's a real challenge.

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