...Pockets of Dust...

Sorrowful pockets

hold rivulets of Time

and dust

Silver dollar teardrops

razor edged words

never spoken

the sharpest

and the littlest things

become

the biggest

and shame besets you

trees begin to scold you

and the wind

howls your name

How did I ever

lose you?

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Carole Anzolletti 3 years ago from The Phantom Queen's Labyrinth Author

Thank you so much, so glad you enjoyed it :)


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Made 3 years ago from Finland

I love the picture and the words in this poem are awesome. Very emotional!


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Carole Anzolletti 4 years ago from The Phantom Queen's Labyrinth Author

Aisha, thank you so much!


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Aisha Jilani 4 years ago from Lahore

its amazing


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Carole Anzolletti 4 years ago from The Phantom Queen's Labyrinth Author

whonunuwho, thank you so much for realizing the story behind the words :)

Simba, I love that you examined my words in such a way - that you took the time to comment, and follow me :) THANK YOU - both you and whonunuwho made my day! 333


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States

Very emotional story in such few poignant words. Good work.


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Simba73 4 years ago from UK

Wow !!!!

OK not sure how to comment on this one but going to try :)

Such an amazing way to express the sorrow and regret of a love lost, being hounded and ridiculed by the elements that is genius !!!

I have to say one of the most clever and beautiful writes I have ever read

Exalt !!!!

Simba

BTW going to start following you for sure :)

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