Transudes poems on Hello Poetry

v i c t o r i a Dec 2014

In the garden of heather a vast abundance of foliage covers forsaken grounds.
Changing from white to pink, shades of purple, and red,
to distinguish winter from spring.

Light seeps through the trees absorbing the ground below it.
Moss gathers and transudes through the cracks
of the dated archaic stone.

In the garden of heathers the silence is unheard.
The flowers are wilted and the candles have burned,
because a pretty face doesn't matter when your deceased.

D William L Oct 2018

Never to return

Insulated by seclusion,
comforted by wine,
my evenings of dormancy
are once again impelled
into the quiet seas of rumination.
When,
as randomly as my drifting thoughts
that weave in and through
my indiscriminate cognition,
a soft unbidden light
gently transudes through my
mind's curtain of lethe,
and lays a tame glow
on a forgotten young face.
Warm reminiscent coruscations
of your adoring touch,
bathe and soften my callous melancholy
into velvet, fluid tears of lamentation.

How i wish i would have told you.

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