My Darling
written by: Jeff Flaig
Tears bled like a gaping wound
And my eyes, a blue lagoon,
Held none of them from the tide
My soul, lost upon an empty sea
My cries, like wild birds at night,
And my agony, a descending light,
Found no mercy in its blackness
My soul, the last sound of sleep
Thoughts conspire like a lunatic’s dream
And my desire, a harmonious scream,
Evaded even simple complexities
My soul, a melody of unusual sounds
Heart beats, like whispers in a vacant hotel
And my loneliness, a midnight bell,
Heard only a single retarded throb
My soul, a vortex of hidden rooms
Darling, like white birds in spring
And my Own, a picnic bring,
Sit beside me and hold the silver candle
My soul, a last path traveled, alone
I'm a fair weather writer, so I only write when I feel like it and might go long periods of time before I get the urge. I love writing poetry and reading good poetry, mostly because I didn't have the time in the past to write anything else. Since I have retired, I jumped into serious writing and have written three novels, a bunch of short stories and a few poems here and there. My WIP is a book of short stories and a sequel to one of my current novels. I expect that will take me a year to finish. I don't like to rush my writing.
Latest posts by Jeff Flaig (see all)
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