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How can a heart forgive the mark
Permanently, engraved for gaze?
Each time I see her photographs
Hanging behind walls of my heart
Retrospect plays the note she left:
‘I appreciate your sweet kindness
But these my legs just have to run
To better place, sands and easy plans…
Forgive me, I have cracked the shells
Of Morrow’s egg, for I am dead with you.’
Yes! she is beautifulAnd oh yes! It is trueBut mallow is evilSaying, mirror mirror!Her eyes are wild openYet she just wrecks the coneA proud witch…
You are a Swan, sweetest of wineBeauty of a peacock, an immortal luckThe carnation in ample of an appleAnd a sparrow of the Cupid’s arrow.…
The gate was dilatingTen fingers were waitingTo unwrap the presentThe Lord God hath sent...Twenty twenty two,The date was twentiethThat night, Angels sangThe sweetest of melodies.Tangential…
At times I wish I could bragAbout a white greenish flag;Symbolizing endowmentMeant to be inherited… Soil, air and underground Blessed with the best ever foundTrenches…
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Great lines and running idea, love it:
‘Retrospect plays the note she left:
…
Forgive me, I have cracked the shells
Of Morrow’s egg….’
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Hehehehehe… Thank you a million, SoundFlyer
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The imagery used is very poignant. “Walls of my heart” makes me think of the poet putting up barriers so that later he will not be hurt again. “The notes she left” effectively establishes a haunting sadness. She is still there in the poet’s heart, although he does move on.
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And you interpreted well as if you were the poet himself… Poetry is so beautiful. Thank you Jenny Grace
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