When dusk falls,
its heavy heave presses –
the sun is no use to me –
we are both lost,
abandoned by an empty window
bereft of flame
where a tallow once touched,
now naked, fumes impatience
blown from within,
but I cannot give a time for my return –
when rain rises in an autumn
pool and the moon steals
the place of daylight,
together we can light the candle.
**Inspired by Sent North on a Rainy Night
Li Shangyin
Author: Anita Lubesh
I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now..
I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog.
I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.
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Anita, you construct your words like fine jewellers pick diamonds for a setting. Stunning!
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Thank you so very much, your words are gems themselves.
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WOW…just WOW.
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A double whammy, thank you.
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Most welcome!
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Wow, I could frame this poem. You must be very proud. I love this.
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Really? It was just a quick on, I had been thinking, what if I can’t write anything…ever. Been doing daily challenges and felt a bit under productive but enjoyed the rest. So glad you liked it.
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Yep, loved it
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I have another comment here… stunning.
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Cool. Ty.
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Reblogged this on Tammy Mezera and commented:
Amazing poem
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Lovely, Thanks, Tammy.
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