He finds she lingers
like woodsmoke on a winter’s night.
A scent at once
pleasing
pungent
with memories he pulls close;
remembrance sinking its claws in
deep …
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Shall I lose myself in this
blackbird night, lush with silence
and dark thoughts that take root
to bloom in midnight’s garden?
Solitude and reflection,
is a mirror laid upon my cheek
and a sense of belonging is magnified …
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Have you ever lost yourself in velvet dreams?
Those that blanket the small
hours of the night, cocooned
in everything the mind shutters
while awake.
Dreams
inscrutable in the light of day,
message unread,
a fragment of memory
we ache
to retain …
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She wore red
for Independence Day,
first dates
and freedom attained …
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‘This window needs cleaning,’ I think to myself.
Silent Saturday morning unfolds
before me.
Autumn makes her presence known,
a haphazard scatter, gold
leaves upon verdant lawn …
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