sunlight knew your face at one point then
it didn’t as the wind sighed your name
like watercolor smudged memories
even years before seeds knew it was time to rise.
now your absence is the pause with which we speak
commas–between, around, undergound,
evading the fact that you’re nowhere to be found.
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This poem is an entry to Vocal's acrostic challenge:
About the Creator
R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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Comments (4)
Very sad acrostic and the photo is even sadder. Very nicely Done!!
Your poem is filled with something akin to pain or loneliness...."like smudged watercolor memories"...such a beautiful image.
It didn’t as the wind sighed your name... Such mesmerising words.
Oh my, this poem has such beautiful and visual lines in it! Great entry❣️❣️