Paler
The blush has faded
now from my cheeks,
gone with the hope of
us.
Shades of gray,
cast over the sun
all dream thus turned to
dust.
I shall not wilt nor
wither for you,
losing the thought of
my soul.
My error to think
I needed your heart
loving to make me
whole.
I cannot deny
the truth of fate’s hand
guiding our steps
to meet.
Is your heel bruised
as innocence lies
broken beneath your
feet?
Yet
I nurture within
loves blushing bloom,
hidden from judgement’s
view.
Should we meet again
on the winding path
with no memory of this
me and you.
Cheryl Kp
copyright words and photo
2015
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A lot of sadness here, but a lot of defiance and strength too. I liked the way it developed from the fading colour descriptions/metaphors, unfolding into something quietly devastating. The phrase ‘gone with the hope of us’ was very poignant, and the last sentence was very beautiful, lifting it into another place, or many places, where we have all moved on; always moving on, and are crossing paths without recognition. Wonderful piece, Cheryl, really beautiful and full of expression.
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Hello Stephen! So good to see you. Thanks so much for reading and for your kind words. I see existence as a winding path with intersecting lines and hiccups of time that don’t always find us in the right moment to be sublime. But there is always another corner to turn, another view from the far side of the next hill….
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This is wonderful! I absolutely love it… it also makes me glad my angst-filled search for “mr right” is long over. Ah, the pain! 🙂
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Thank you! Yes indeed. And those times when Mr. right came at the wrong time..
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