POETRY
Image by Kei Rothblack from Pixabay
You love me no more,
But the flowers smell the same.
I hungered for that love;
My soul wondered in the Ocean.
I hastily grasped for life.
The message in a bottle appeared;
Said I was my worst enemy.
Is this perilous end my destiny?
Sensations now surround my heart,
Ring round magnetic poles;
My aurora beamed so bright!
Control I redeemed,
The road ahead was clear.
I breathe fresh air,
At last I am free;
A new me...
(c) Monica St Hillaire , 2019
beautiful
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thank you Beth 🙂
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Beautifully stated!
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Thank you very much!
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Escaping from your own cocoon
Is truly a breath of fresh air……………
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It truly is Ivor.
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I loved your poem and the way you framed it – the photo and font. Beautiful!
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Thank you for your kind words Mary. I truly appreciate it .
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