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
Each word - one single teardrop
Each line - a rainstorm stirs
Each verse - flash lighting strikes
Each poem - broken heart thunders
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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Jon
Sat 9th Jan 2016 11:36
Nice brief yet effecive poem Katy...lovely poem