That sultry day,
summer’s waning light,
its grasp weary,
anticipated death.
I didn’t know it at the time,
but watched you melting in its haze,
thoughtful, with your oars,
each fading cell a ghost on rolling glass,
hushed waves.
No sorrow in your silence,
you seemed content to sway,
and drift to shore,
a thousand miles away.
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How did I miss this the first time? Must have been during election time when I never looked at anything on the Net. Regardless, it is lovely. ~nan
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Thank you, Nan. Much appreciated. ❤️
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Beautiful poem! A nice tribute to your lost friend. 😢❤️
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Thank you, Marta. It felt right for now. ❤
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This feels airless and silent to me, and those elements present powerful elements of heat and reflection. Beautifully glossy and bronze.
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Thank you for your kind words, Michael. They’re greatly appreciated. The memory was a peaceful one. I was hoping that would come across. 🙂
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The peacefulness definitely came across. Cheers
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Thank you. 🙂
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