Turbulent
Entreaty
| Shadows
atop a cliff, waves crashing beneath. Trees
whispering in their ear they lie
in the shade; caressing
as two lovers. With each stolen moment, they
cling desperately one to the other. Winds
whip,
transporting their cries
of longing, moans of despair. Flung to the depths
of the sea
they swirls as
an eddy; where the ghosts of Atlantis cry for
their pain.
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Veiled Cravings
An
ache replaces the beat,
causing
my heart to cease from lack of nourishment.
Your
love is what I eat, drink, sleep...and I am
famished.
Anorexic
without your passion, I shall wither and
die
lest you replenish my soul.
About
the poem:
I intend to
write a story in prose, combining all, from first
to last, ending with Spectrum, unless I can find
it in myself to go that one step farther into his
world of demise. I doubt that I'll tell the world
my inspiration was Andy and Victoria but for all
those who may have gone through the turbulence of
lost love, perhaps it will serve to ease their
pain somewhat knowing another has suffered as
deeply, or more so in this case.
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Poem by linda
burnett lburnet2@tampabay.rr.com
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marcia@pontes.net