Her Wisp Hers

A disparate, empty, moonless night

couples with

an insensitive, smothering, emulous mist

to

subdue the weary, disconsolate, heartbroken

Traveller

 

Leviathan driftwood, itself,

sea polished, fog drenched,

jestingly carved as a Dragon,

serves as his evanescent throne

 

Here reigns his broken heart

 

Eyelids clenched so tight

his tears permitted to emerge only as icy mist

 

Why must he always slip on the smoothest, roundest, most perfect stones on the beach?

 

Her breath

Her warmth

Her whispers

now but cruelly severed anamneses

 

Each, and more

shattered by the thrumming silence of the still tidal water

 

”Neath a moonless night

‘Neath a weighty fog

‘Neath clenched eyelids

On a smooth, slippery stoned beach

Littered with magnificent driftwood Dragon Thrones

Lies the broken heart of a Traveller

 

He needs breathe

but is unable to inhale

 

 

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7 thoughts on “Her Wisp Hers

  1. Well written, with good use of imagery. Just beautiful!

  2. Thanks for the visit, glad you liked my poem Gelastic.
    Good stuff here, loved 548.
    First visit, but I will be back.
    Cheers

  3. Captivating Work…
    Your other pieces leave me breathless, I’ll be sure to follow you
    I cannot wait for more

    Winter

  4. So heartfelt. Wonderful.

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