Freshly Minted
FRESHLY MINTED
Those safely hallowed paths
Years of trace and then follow
Abandoned now in discovering
This face among the flowers
This sweet mesmerising voice
(Our faith at best a foolishness)
This sweet mesmerising scent
(Sense never truly made sense)
Time to abandon this circling
Gone, gone, gone, gone beyond
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This was written as a contribution to The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt No. 59.
https://secretkeeper.net/2016/10/17/weekly-writing-challenge-59/
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Posted on June 28, 2019, in Poetry and tagged Search. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
I miss those prompts. I waited for Fridays, just for those.
It’s almost haunting, how your poem seems to be looking back, with her absence,
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She was a dear friend.
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