Friday, June 14, 2013

Who?

You come to me
in whispers of leaves 
outside my bedroom window,
soft as a moth wing
my dark love.

Memory curls around a signpost
at a fork in the back of my mind.
If I return and choose
the other path
who would nestle
between my breaths
and be
my dark love?


This is for G-man's FF55.  Click on the link and check it out!

16 comments:

  1. "..If I return and choose
    the other path
    who would nestle
    between my breaths"

    I love that phrase! Beautifully penned, Mary!

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  2. A dark love, will you give in?

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  3. in the whisper of leaves...well now there is an entrance...smiles...i like the intimacy with your dark love...smiles...

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  4. Whoever it is, I think this love is warmly received.

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  5. What a mood you created... so very soft and so very intimate. Loved it!

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  6. I absolutely love ' Memory curls around a signpost
    at a fork in the back of my mind..." and boy can I relate. Which path indeed. They say you lose your memory when you get older--you do, but not for things like this--they just get more real.

    This is a lovely, evocative 55, Mary.

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  7. Very lush and evocative. I especially like the moth wing and the signpost.

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  8. who would nestle between my breaths??
    love that.. your 55 -- lovely

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  9. Super pretty poem! Especially the first stanza, I thought. The assonance and sound beautiful throughout. This is Karin Manicddaily on wordpress but mobile device makes me use old blogger blog. k.

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  10. You have me wondering...who? Beautiful poetry.

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  11. Thank you everyone for your comments. I really appreciate them, and have also read and commented on most of yours, and will finish the rest tonight.

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  12. Mary Bach...
    Yet another beautiful masterpiece!
    Will the mystery ever be divulged?
    Fantastic 55 My Friend.
    Sorry I'm so late but The Walleyes were calling my name
    Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week

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  13. Mary, a sense of mystery and beauty in this short poem. I especially like the image of nestling between breaths.

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  14. Thank you all for your comments!

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