Wordle #249 overlaying the closing colours of today in the Dromana Hills...
today
your evening silken light
serenaded my boundless yearning
for the grace
of your moment
today
I tried to keep you close
to join you
seeking the cell of your fire
wrenched from me
wrenched from me
so heartlesslessly
cracking
the eggs of our time
into myriad
shells
of
elusive
memory
today
I imagined
offering my hand
to you
waiting for any warm touch of your skin
so loved
by a lonely child
that was
and in some ways
is still
your evening silken light
closed
my dream
for another year
NOTES
Today would have been my father's birthday...
I lost him when I was just 12...
Linking to:
The Sunday Whirl - Wordle #249
2 comments:
heartlesslessly cracking the eggs of our time - such an effective and powerful image - could hear the shells crack and feel the yolk spill...
Poignant. I feel you reaching out for him.
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