POETRY, RANDOM THOUGHTS AND STUFF LIKE THAT….
Chimes
Like life
Ringing through ripples and worlds
Tears made brick
The thought that thinks
I have memories sleeping in the cracks of my walls
And faces urging me to acknowledge them
From beyond these grief filled halls
Swells enter corners of my pillow
So I listen…
For the universe
To tell me
I am not alone
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Excellent poetry and art. Here is my response in haiku:
no tears are alone
into cracks and crevices
flow to enrich lives
wailing and regret
pour our passion over walls
unaware of growth
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Awsome!!
If you permit, I shall publish your poetry and my response in my blog for more readers.
I do wish thank you for visiting ❤
Thank you for replying. I respect your choice.
Looking forward to read more poetry from you.
Lol, I was reading back through my comments and seen the comment which I edited. I know its too late but that was not what I meant. I need to read before I press enter. I never miss an opportunity to be re-blogged ❤
i like your style – the open sense of your words and how they lead — great line- i listen for the universe to tell me im not alone – great
Thank you so much!
i think you misspelled grief -title
LaToya, I love your word choices and the vivid imagery. This line stands out for me:
“I have memories sleeping in the cracks of my walls” Also the last 4 lines. It verbalizes something I think a lot of people do at a subconscious level.
Welcome to dVerse!
Thank you, I’m super excited I found your space! I’m really looking foward to participating in your challenges ❤
You’re very welcome, and I’m very happy to hear it.
Excellent poem, LaToya. The ending gave me chills.
Thank you, purplepeninportland! Chill indeed! Thanks for stopping by 💜