Leavings
Morguefile
Gleangenie
when your words ended
I sat still trying to absorb them
as they flew past me on the breeze
you created
I sat still trying to absorb them
as they flew past me on the breeze
you created
when you slammed the door
on your way out
on your way out
Copyright/All rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2021
Posted for poets and storytellers united
I've missed your poetry. For some reason I didn't get notified about this one, but luckily I saw it on Facebook. I've now had my Audrey fix for the week. Thank you for that, and Happy Weekend to you.
ReplyDeleteShort, sweet, totally to the point. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteStriking. I can practically hear the slamming of the door, see the realization on her face, feel the breeze... Also, what Helen said.
ReplyDeleteStarted light with a breeze and the BAM slammed shut at the end. Really nice descriptive distillation.
ReplyDeleteHow patient you were. It may have been more satisfying to explode so he really knows how you feel,
ReplyDeleteOuch! Succinctly powerful.
ReplyDeleteFrustratingly, that is the way the wind blows sometimes. As Dylan said, “Don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows! “
ReplyDeleteI can remember similar moments, the ones before full realization hits, but the pain has just sent out exploratory feelers, and in just a second more they've surrounded the heart like a boa constrictor.
ReplyDeleteMost passionate write and I love your creativity in the verse
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