missed you
in pauses when foetus of thought
aborted and word went down the drain
and could not lodge itself in loft
of your ear or warmth of your heart
I missed you
when eye encountered sun of circumstances
sight blinded I groped for your hand
and found mine with maps of world
drawn upside down
I missed you
when I took your name
and million autumns set free
my mind is a wasteland
where a deafening echo
of “I miss you” a tyrant
Foetus of thought being aborted, is bad, very bad and yet it was just a thought. You'll certainly give birth to many more, A beautiful poem, greetings!
what wonderful imagery from nature have you conjured up to convey the intensity!
Missing you sad poem. With amazing imageries. With bleeding emotions. 10+++
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very effective imagery reflect that feeling of missing for aborted loving fetus, ....10++++missed you in pauses when foetus of thought aborted and word went down the drain and could not lodge itself in loft of your ear our warmth of your heart I missed you when eye encountered sun of circumstances sight blinded I groped for your hand and found mine with maps of world drawn upside down