yearning,
my empty word, so wistful
evoking such feelings I dare not speak
feelings called ‘could’, ‘should’ and ‘did not’
yearning,
the cup that I do not want to overflow
flooded my being
drowned me in sorrows
one word that is a gaping wound – yearning…
it transmogrifies every other feeling
it fades every resolve
it feeds the empty fires
and you may ask what do I then yearn for
and you may ask why I rant this word
you phantasmagorian ghost
you haunter of my dreams
I yearn for you
(c) 2016 allen simpson
Inspired by the works of Poe
September 15, 2016 at 2:31 nm
Sjoe Wolfie!
Jou foto pas so mooi by die gedig. Mal oor dit!
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September 15, 2016 at 2:36 nm
Dankie. EK het ‘n ruk gelede ‘n nuwe foto app gelaai op my foon en die foto geneem. Wou dit nog altyd by ‘n gedig sit en dit maak net perfekte sin by die gedig. Ek is bly jy hou van dit 🙂
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September 15, 2016 at 6:33 nm
Sjoe…..
The Poe in Poetry’s inspiration is gooood!!!! 😉
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September 16, 2016 at 8:28 vm
🙂
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September 15, 2016 at 6:34 nm
Sjoe…..
The Poe in Poetry’s inspiration is gooood!!!! 😉
Love die foto
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September 16, 2016 at 8:29 vm
Dankie 🙂
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