papers/lighter/text

crumbled and rolled

scrap from 2012 04/29/2016

Filed under: free verse,poetry — paperslightertext @ 11:44 pm
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Could a sound signify a place,
a sense of saudade, sweet as a sigh
on some other’s collarbone,
a nook in which she’ll never again nestle?

Briefly, where solace was sought from
the sun-soaked glen,
shale shelter where tongues tussled,

a return to find the oak home hollow,
hale, unoccupied by
fate, kisses or wisdom.

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