Thursday, January 31, 2019


Rating: 5.0
In the still night air
With no hope or flair,
I imagine your shadow
Long and narrow
Like this pain
That devours, All
And, I feel so sad
And small,
Like the asterisk
Of a love, transfixed
That does not light up
At all.

And then,
I feel your lingering call!
Although I know, it's over
And that it was not love at all,
I think I must have dreamt it
One sad and sleepless night,
Listening, to an Owl's call,
When Stars were bright
The Moon in sight
And Love, played
Hallucinating, mirages
With my Soul.
Sandra Feldman
Topic(s) of this poem: defeat,imagination,love
C F 01 February 2019
You write with eloquence with just the right image details and a mix of both the sensual and the ethereal... even while you are writing about heartache, your tone is still uplifting; if I write about sadness, it just makes me sad. Sometimes I wish I can write occasionally in your style rather than the compact, austere, often bleak form that I'm used to. Thank you for sharing your poem.
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