Simmering in the shadows
hidden by sight
playing games unspoken
day and night
flying with the gusty winds
defiant and free
touching and remaining
unshaken like a tree
sounds of the voices within
how do I explain
touch my soul to feel
things I lose and gain
…coffee, cold, abandoned
papers full of dust
unopened letters in boxes
with locks full of rust
longings and desires
buried, not quite forgotten
the sun never quite reaching
those nooks frozen, unspoken
…yet lives a dream
quietly nurtured and stoked
embers shy into ashes
but a lone spark still evokes
fire in the soul
breathing life anew
lifting senses awakened
in a brilliant sporadic hue.
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sandhyasuri
A contest entry
- two hundred. by Captain Obvious.
875 points, ended February 8, 40 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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this is being dq'ed because i said no rhmye
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