It might
seem I don’t
...
Might have
…
The silk of
my scarf
tickles my
smile
And the
scent of white roses
Awakes childhood
And adolescence
…
It might
look as if
the pain
was gone
the sound
unheard
…
I cared
Then I did
not
…
Now I’m going
back
to getting
lost
…
So
you are
right,
I don’t.
once lost
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by Him Who cares
forever
name is God...
Ah! Memories
I LIKE "Silk scarf, tickling smile."
"Awakening childhhod and adolescence
with scent of white roses."
"Scent" of manure takes me back to the farm.
Nicely composed, Dulce!
this "quarrel with oneself"...
hope you dont get too lost dulce....smiles...
ReplyDeletethe silk scarf smile and scent of childhood....nice...
good to see you today ma'am...smiles.
Enjoyed. Like the sparseness, the words left out in between..
ReplyDeletethank you,
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Love and hugs
dulce
The idea of getting lost, of not caring was superb Dulce ~
ReplyDeleteGood to see you ~
You always write the most exquisite things and it is always good to see you, loveliest Dulce.
ReplyDeleteLovely images....yet sad....still traces of the beauty....always a pleasure to stop by your beautiful blog Dulce....hope all is well with you these days. :-)
ReplyDeleteHi Dulce, it's so lovley to find you still here, writing beautiful poetry. I used to be K, just popping around to see old friends. Very nice Dulce, I like getting lost sometimes.
ReplyDeleteLove you and your words ... come and visit me, please ... http://catsruledogsdroole.blogspot.com/ Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteThis one is just beautiful - hesitant, real, just like a pause in time.
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