I begin today thinking about past loves,
words falling from the lips of men,
how inevitable it was for my hair to turn grey in the smoldering of yesterday’s ashes
falling from once pink lips, pooling amongst wine goblets full of salt
There are many who promise to walk through fire
only one who ever truly does
grapes fall amongst demitasse nettles as his singed cuff brushes chaff out of my hair
I bathe in white clover blossoms,
bird song ripples through my comb until my heart learns to giggle
and ashes ripen into alabaster
Such great words in this post of yours.
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Thanks so much:)
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What beautiful images you summon here. The last line feels like a magical rebirth. One will be so lucky to meet that one person with whom to share such a powerful bond.
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🙂
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Woven so well, the story is engaging
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Thanks for commenting:)
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thank you … speaks to me at a very personal level, with what is happening in my life at present ….
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Thanks Michael:)
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