#winn
The emptiness a reminder
of what once, was there
not really ever gone
just another, empty chair
In the wake is left a grey
and hollow space
with hopes to share again
another time and place
No way to fill the void
without a single trace
the places we avoid
trying, to save grace
When grace is what we hope to find
and on becoming disillusioned
the choice to leave it all behind
sometimes seems the only solution
Holding up the memories
those no longer at our side
it's not that they aren't with us
ghostly mirroring, our strides
The spirit's essence lingers on
no longer here, yet never gone
as is the sunrise to the dawn
an eternal tune, a never-ending song
Though we grieve that they should leave our presence far too soon
our memories hold melodies of their poetic tune
so remember, the loss and pain, gleaned upon the road
it's but a simple reminder, of the poet's code
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 8:04 AM UTC
a wonderful poetess friend
I did happen upon
she has a welcoming heart
ever to don
twas fated that we became
the very best of sisterly mates
there's such a genuine nature
in her soul's sates
I speak
of a true
confidante
one who
I implicitly
trust
I speak
of a true
treasure
with qualities
that are a
must
dear Winn is an awesome
kind of gal
and I'm so thrilled having her
as my American pal
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
our sisters in poetry
aren't seen on the site's pages
do you recall them
the loveliest gals
ever welcoming of heart
our Nagi and Winn
we miss their presence
they really knew how to write
and were wonderful
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 2:00 AM UTC