You’re gone
And when I look up at the sky
You're wearing a rainbow like a tiara
It makes me smile
A small, sad smile
And you bring the clouds together
For one to hug another
Though one is pristine white and the other saddish grey
And you make a bird glide across
Like a fallen bow from your hair
Then make it fold its wings on the bench beside me
But when I look into its bewildered eyes
And reach out to touch it’s feathery wings
You make it fly away
And when I look back up at you
The rainbow is gone
And the sky is grey
About the Creator
T. Licht
I have a love for words and a love to share them.
Well then, enjoy and thank you for taking the time to read this and maybe if you want subscribe and buy my new poetry book Whispers at Twilight
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Second Tuesday of November
No one knew how the event really started. Between a few beverages at the bar, maybe? Notes passed carefully on the street? Or, perhaps a secret meetup at early hours of the day? Whatever the root source was, we were here now on the second Tuesday of November. Nervous, but also absorbed by the allure.
By Elizabeth Petit3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
Some fine images here! Well put together! ☺️👍
Thank you! Happy you enjoyed.
Beautiful work omg!
I started of reading this poem with a smile on my face, and then my heart broke. Such wonderful writing. Well done!
Holy cow, this poem is exquisite- the layered descriptions are just beautiful. Fabulous job!! ❣️❣️
Thank you for reading and commenting!
Beautiful!