Friday, March 9, 2018

In the Morning You are No Longer Here/Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads

In the Morning You are No Longer Here

I pull the curtains back
With a sigh
Contemplating the secrets
We share

The room is dark
You whisper to me
We share secrets
Nothing is clear

Everything in shadow
With a sigh
I reveal all
Your words are lost

In the folds of my mind
In the morning
I pull the curtains open
You are no longer here

March 9, 2018

“…and the very folds of the curtains contained secrets and sighs.”  -Anais Nin







11 comments:

Sherry Marr said...

Beautiful. I especially love the closing lines........"In the folds of my mind.......you are no longer here." Sigh.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Oh gosh this is so poignant. The thought of one being so close and yet obscured behind the folds.. I love the tenderness in "Everything in shadow with a sigh I reveal all. Your words are lost." Thank you so much for writing to the prompt💖

Debi Swim said...

wonderful work to go with the quote.

Margaret said...

In shadows you exist, but when the sun is exposed - poof - so some secrets are not good!

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Sometimes, in the darkness where shadows linger, we see more, remember more, hear the whispers of what once was.
Then day breaks, bringing its reality, and something is lost...but we can find it again...
A beautiful and poignant write Annell.
Anna :o]

brudberg said...

Sometimes it feels like dreams are real, and daylight just a dream...

kaykuala said...

I pull the curtains open
You are no longer here

One feels and believe everything would be ok but not so. Reality hurts!

Hank

Susie Clevenger said...

There are times I would rather live in the dream.

Brendan MacOdrum said...

This is delightful (as razors go), diaphanous and sheer and slicing right to the heart. Very well done.

Jae Rose said...

There is a deep sadness here but also beauty in every carefully chosen word

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Oh, how very poignant!

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