Rings of Smoke

Where shall the word be found, where will the word | Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence

a poem i cannot complete…

Posted on | July 16, 2007 | Comments Off

often have i told myself the words,
sometimes registering them,sometimes not..
saying to myself,these flowers have withered,
and a new season should arrive now.

but how to forget,and to shuffle on,
with painful thighs and a heavy heart,
can i really move ahead?how to think clearly-
what are my reasons?and do i want to?

these days it rains everyday,at dawn-
and smoke i allow to waft down the staircase,
wandering,wondering,pondering the past..
is anything lonelier than rain in streetlights?

i look at the droplets shimmering weaving,
glittering like your shimmering locks,
and the rain in rivulets flows down my nape-
i wonder,would you have caressed me like it does?

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