I have finally accepted it
was done rationalising it,
the broken love between us.
Chiselling at the soul.
You've done what you've done.
I was in bits,
was shattered.
Go far.
Please.
About the Creator
Mo Darasi
I write fiction, poetry and occasional articles about interesting topics.
Finding interesting ways to write a poem or hide messages within them seems to be my main interesting in writing now, and it's been fun
elegy for an unborn daughter
in my dreams, I have a daughter. she has my smile, warm and stretching across her cheeks like it will burst. she has her father’s eyes—soft and gentle—and his laugh. she is perfect. I give her a beautiful name, and she is everything I wish for her to be. she is curious, always asks questions and tries new things and lives without my fear of failure; she is generous, never selfish, but builds firm boundaries; she shows kindness to each soul she meets. I teach her everything my parents taught me. she learns how to read, to escape into a story and to write her own. she learns how to proof a loaf of bread, how to cut butter into flour and dust berries in flour before adding them to batter. she learns how to love, how to be loved. her life is beautiful, free from worry and filled with joy.
By Katherine J. Zumpano4 days ago in Poets
Comments (4)
The pleading in the final lines is a very powerful close! Great nonet!
Aww this was quite sad :( Great work on the challenge.
Excellent nonet, Mohammed! I really enjoyed the punch in those last 2 lines!
Cathartic and beautiful...