Diana Rosser


Gone - Poem by Diana Rosser

It is the hollow
of your shoulder blade
where I rest my head

safe
against your soft skin

curved
along the strength
of your backbone
that

I

m i s s

when you are

g o n e

my place of safety

my harbour
against
the storm of
the world

but
you are

g o n e

and I must
wait
for your
safe return.


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  • Silver Star - 4,296 Points Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (2/25/2014 12:33:00 PM)

    Full of feelings and pregnant with pain yet honorable in hope of the blessed dimension! (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 4,296 Points Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (2/25/2014 12:32:00 PM)

    Full of feelings and pregnant with pain yet honorable in hope of the blessed dimension! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 21, 2014



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