Listen well into the Night

The throes of broken lovers

unfold before the light

only when it's dark;  late, late, late at night!

 

Luminous orbs weep

pearlescent tears drip.

Ink on pargmen drops; indigo steeped, deep.

 

Listen well into the night

the myriads of wrenched souls moan

sax and fiddles serenading: "You are not alone!"

 

◄ The Inglorious End

Crossing Over to the Other Side ►

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Mae Foreman

Wed 27th Feb 2019 10:36

Thank you so much Kate! It was written late, late, late at night 🎈

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Kate G

Wed 27th Feb 2019 10:22

Mae, this is far from a corny love ode. It's complex, intricate and beautiful.

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Mae Foreman

Wed 27th Feb 2019 09:20

Thanks Kate!
I'm not a fan of sticky love poetry but sometimes a girl can't help herself 🎈
Thanks for reading!!
Mae

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Kate G

Wed 27th Feb 2019 09:09

Glorious words sticky with lost love

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