365 Days of Poetry
The Very Thought of You takes me back
I woke up to your horizon smile,
He poured a glass of Laphroaig 18,Aged and…
Words older than oaken spines
Pendulum heart swungHigh and low, just to escapeAutumn’s lifeless gravity
Held hostage by
Plumes of stifling envy,
The alabaster sky, a canvas untouched.
They say once in a blue moon,
When I’m engulfed in thepowerful silenceof moving memoirsI recognize her as Past.