the dream cut loose

made to withdraw

in a state of argumentative woundedness

from the verbal battlefields of soured love 

 

the depths of its value poured away

an expelling from and disassociation with the soul's sustenance

integrated into a foreign strangeness

painfully woven into the fabric of loneliness

 

while unwantedly hearing every door

that you hoped could be reopened  for prodigal repatriation to lost love

being closed behind you

forever.

 

 

🌷 (3)

◄ belated realizations of my Father

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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Thu 16th Nov 2017 14:23

no matter how hard we might try Jemima we could not fault this fabulous poem.Beautiful piece of work.


P&S xx

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Rose Casserley

Sun 12th Nov 2017 10:57

J.J. this one really kicked me in the guts-ACE!




Rose 💋

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LEON STOLGARD

Fri 10th Nov 2017 19:36

such a well constructed piece Jemima.Flows fabulously!

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